Flebologiceskaa skazka

In the thirtieth kingdom, in the yellow-blue state, three sisters and a brother lived. The sisters' names were Haveena, Telangiectasia and Phleba, and the brother's names were Varix. Varyx worked as a blacksmith, and he had to carry heavy iron and swing a hefty hammer at work every day. They lived, did not long, until one day brother Varyx came to the sisters and complained that his legs were humming from heavy work, and by the evening they seemed to be filled with lead. And sometimes at the end of the day it burns, then burns, then stings somewhere in the calves. He says: ""I heard from the aunts who are sitting by the road in the bazaar, as if my ailment can be cured only by drinking miraculous infusions.""

The relatives sat and thought, and decided to go to the grandmother-whisperer, who was highly respected in those parts. The dragonfly also looked slyly at Varyx, scratched the bins and prepared a potion of miraculous herbs. She said: ""Drink, they say, and everything will pass."" But bring me a pig for the herbs, my miraculous ones.""

Varyx left, satisfied that he would soon recover. But that potion did not help him. No matter how much the brother drank the amazing elixir, his legs did not let go, and it only got harder towards the evening. And Varyx went to the bazaar to hear what honest people would tell about his illness. And they advised him to see a doctor. But Varyks didn't have time because of work and laziness, and he already gave one pig to his grandmother, and he needed the second one himself.

And somehow, during his next trip to the bazaar according to popular rumors, Varyx heard a herald in the square shouting about a new overseas potion that cures leg disease. And the brother ran home, took out the gold that his sisters had given him on Blacksmith's Day, and bought a healing agent. Varyx drank it, and - wonder, that's it! – the disease soon receded. And once again Varyx lives luxuriously.

However, only later did the blacksmith notice that some lumps appeared on his legs, as if something had swollen under the skin. Varyx didn't mind, and the bumps didn't bother him. At first they appeared, then disappeared, and later increased. And people began to ask: ""Who is it that got you there?""

Soon or not very soon, the former sensations in the legs returned again, and pains also appeared: sometimes it presses the lower legs, as if they were bound with fetters, then it tears from the inside, then it stabs, then it pulls. And the blacksmith began to lie down during the working day and raise his legs higher - this was the only way the pain went away. The blacksmith began to work less, earn less, came home from his favorite job tired and gloomy, and even went to work without his former mood. Varyx sees that he cannot do without a healer after all. Beheaded one of his chickens and went to the local doctor. The doctor looked at his feet and waved his hand: ""It's normal, nothing to worry about."" Go, sweet person, with God. Make wraps for your feet from burdock and walk in them all the time."" But he prescribed him again the overseas potion that Varyx had recently been drinking. He took the chicken, of course.

Varyx walked in burdocks, drank a potion. It seems to have gotten easier, but not like last time. And again Varyx went to the bazaar following a popular rumor. There he met a grandmother who told him: ""There is a recluse in our area, they call him Duremar. Only he will help you.""

Turning the neck of one of his turkeys, our sufferer went to the nearest forest to that medicine man. The healer looked at the blacksmith's trouble and promised to cure him quickly. He took out swamp leeches and put Variksa on all his legs. Of course, our hero was horrified by this, but what can you do: if you want healthy legs, be patient. And this test continued a good dozen times, and each time the blacksmith came to the healer with a turkey. And although gradually it seemed to get a little easier, Varyx only noticed that his legs were reddened by those leeches, and the places of bites became too visible. And even later, swelling on the legs appeared.

Once our blacksmith met a girl named Eczema. They fell in love with each other and got married. They lived amicably and happily. Only Varyxov's disease did not recede in any way. The bumps on the legs were swollen all the time, the legs were constantly heavy, the pain was exhausting, and they did not allow me to work calmly. And the spots from leeches constantly scratched, and the skin all around burned and itched, some spots appeared on the skin. It became completely beyond the strength of the blacksmith.

And again Varyx went to the doctor. And he tells him: ""Well, it's time to treat you seriously. We will cut your legs and pull out your balls! You will, of course, limp for a week afterwards, your legs will hurt a lot, but your illness will go away! Varyx was afraid of such a fate and went to another doctor. That doctor looked at him and said: ""But everyone has such bumps, you don't need to cut them, stick burdock to your feet and drink the overseas potion, like last time."" Our hero did not believe him either. I decided to go to the third doctor (people said about him that he treats in a different way). The doctor looked at his legs and said: ""You don't need to cut anything! We will pierce your cones with the pins of an overseas plant, and in those pins there is an amazing juice that will burn your cones from the inside!""

How a stone fell from the heart of our blacksmith after such an offer. After all, there is no need to cut anything, they will snap - and the disease will pass. Our sufferer took the lamb and went to the execution. They pinned him with pins, wrapped his legs with burdock and let him go. Only the bumps became hard, red and sick for another week. But the blacksmith smeared them with rabbit dung for seven days in a row, and he felt better, as if the lumps had almost disappeared. The blacksmith was happy with such a result, he returned to his usual work again.

A year later, Varyks and his wife Ekzema had a little daughter. And they called her Ulzer. And the blacksmith had to work more to feed his large family. Meanwhile, the skin on the blacksmith's legs below, near the feet, darkened, then became brown, thin. One day, the blacksmith caught his foot on something, exactly where the dark skin was. A small morning appeared there. But the blacksmith did not pay much attention to this, anointed St. Vishnevsky with saliva, and applied a plantain. But that wound did not heal, but deepened, constantly hurt and itched, just like his little daughter's ulcer.

The blacksmith understood: the business is a seam. He began to look for other healers. He addressed both the young and the old, the experienced and the less experienced, the famous and the unknown. Some suggested cutting his cones, others - burning them with fire, still others - stabbing them with pins. Many people said: ""Well, you've come a long way, your lumps are huge, and there's also a wound on your leg! You must first treat the wound, give the chicken for it, then burn your main cone with fire, give the cow for it, then walk a little, and in a year we will take out the remaining cones with hooks. For this - a pig, and then we stab with pins, if there is anything else. For that - a turkey."" But Varyx didn't believe all of them anymore, he didn't want to lie in the doctors' room if they cut his legs. After all, you have to work and feed your family. He didn't want his legs to hurt, he didn't want to have wounds on his leg, he didn't want to go to doctors for the rest of his life. I wanted to heal him quickly and immediately.

And then Varyx heard that there were trained doctors in the nearby city of Tuborbode who could help him. And our hero went to that city, to those doctors. The doctors accepted him, looked at the bumps with his special magnifying glass and said: ""Your fate is difficult, but there is nothing incurable for you and difficult for us! We traveled a lot around the world, saw how different peoples are trying to heal your illness, gathered the wisdom of all of them together, and now we can help you. There is no single way to heal you. You have been suffering from your illness for a very long time, your big lumps, and the wound on your leg are really bothering you. To heal you, it is not possible to act in some miraculous way. We know how to do everything at once, and you won't have to lie down in the horom after our action, your leg won't hurt. You will go to work immediately and feed your family, and your wound will heal very quickly. We will fix your long-suffering leg, and you won't need to do anything else afterwards. We will do everything as you want, quickly and immediately. But your domestic animals will not be harmed.""

Varix was delighted at such a royal offer and trusted the doctors.

Aesculapians did not deceive him, they did everything quickly and painlessly. Both were burned with fire, and cones were removed with special hooks, but not from ordinary incisions, but from imperceptible punctures. And pins were pricked with a magical elixir under a special magnifying glass. And the wound was covered with overseas cobwebs and medicinal burdocks. But our Varyx went home to his family immediately after the execution of the hospital. Without limping and without pain. And the next day, fortunately for him, he returned to his usual work. His leg did not hurt, and in the evening he played with his daughter, without the usual fatigue and sadness.

And in two weeks, the wound on his leg healed completely. And they began to live without longing. Only sometimes they remembered the past sufferings, how the same feet caught their eyes somewhere.

A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!
To be continued...

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