The other day I happened to freeze my hands. Yes, not that frostbite, and not frostbite at all, but so, slightly freeze. All right, all right-my gloved fingers froze, so I remembered a story told by a patient at the reception.
As a doctor, I repeatedly observed the development of a human embryo from several cells, witnessing the mystery of the appearance of life in the embryological laboratory. Also, as when a long time ago an organism emerged from the first cells, and then a person developed, now having made a population of the planet in seven billion three hundred million, life on the Earth also originated. But, one thing is birth, and the other is development. Read more...
Surprisingly, there are 14 years between these books. That's exactly how long Leo Tolstoy felt one cycle of human maturation constitutes. He had an almost intimate idea of dividing life into periods—conditional periods in which, every fourteen years, a person reaches a new level of understanding.
If, putting aside excessive modesty (briefly and strictly for scientific purposes), we apply this logic to ourselves, a curious picture emerges.
– Honey, what can I bring you from the expedition?
– You may bring what they want, now all treated...
This short dialogue with my wife, colleagues, I want to go to the site the Jungle of dermatology to find a place for an integral part of our specialty, which always hides in the disguise of garments, and social twists and turns of life, manifesting itself unexpectedly, and event and frighteningly, like a bird taking off from the thick foliage. Her name is venereology.
