Soe Myint Latt - The Man Who Walks with His Head Bowed and Soviet Jokes

The name of the goddess is Puthujano.

A Wordful Doctor - SEMYON NARINIANI

The illness broke out about an hour before I went to work in the morning. It was very bad.

She said to her husband, "Wait a minute," and leaned against the door frame, and lay down for a while. Her husband came and helped her up and put her on a chair. In her heart, I felt both pity for her and anger at her suffering. She kept telling herself that she had a bad heart and should be careful, and she would often talk to herself like a schoolgirl. When she wanted to do something, she didn't remember her illness. She used to get up and do it. Now look at this. Last night, she went to bed at 11 pm, got up at 12 am, and worked all night long. She also used the excuse that she was still working on her ideas. It was true that the plans for the new building and the new house she had imagined were good. However, those good ideas did not come to her during the day, but when she went to bed at night, she could not understand how they came to her.

Even though he was saying, "Go crazy," his mind was still on the shoes.

“Some people are very lucky,” the patient asked the doctor, holding his breath. “What are you talking about, doctor? Are you talking about my heart?” “No, I’m talking about your shoes. They’re so beautiful.”

The doctor was still listening to the heartbeat with a stethoscope. She was listening with her eyes closed, but her mind was not on the heart. She could no longer seem interested. The doctor's mind was always on the heartbeat and the beautiful shoes.

“How long has it been?” the doctor asked. “What? Are you talking about these shoes?” “No, I’m talking about the palpitations.” “About a year and a half.” “Are you comfortable?” “Yes, very comfortable.” “If so, please open your mouth for a moment.”

The patient opened his mouth. The doctor examined the patient's tongue.

"So how much did you pay?" "In my heart."

"Is it cheap?" the doctor said as she examined the patient's stomach. First she examined the liver. Then she examined the spleen. As she examined it, the doctor's face became as if she was weighing whether to say something or not. The patient looked at the doctor's face and suddenly trembled. He wondered if he had found any more diseases and was worried.

"Is it because of the liver, doctor?" the patient asked, looking at the doctor's face.

"What do you think is wrong, doctor? Is it cancer? Tell me, doctor, I'm not afraid," she said, but sweat began to trickle down the patient's forehead.

"If you'll allow me, I..." "What?" "Let me try on your shoes."

"Hmm," the patient sighed, relieved, and took off the shoe from her right foot.

The doctor stopped examining the patient's stomach.

I just put on my shoes and walked around the room, looking around.

At that moment, the patient's husband came back in. "The needle has been removed, doctor."

"Thank you," the doctor said, walking into the kitchen, her patient's fawn-colored shoes on one foot and a pair of sandals on the other.

"How is the doctor?" asked the patient's husband.

"It's not like that, I just tried them on because I like the shoes." "Is this doctor crazy?"

At that moment, the doctor from the kitchen came out with a clatter of her shoes. Then, she drew the medicine into the syringe to inject the patient. The patient, who was in pain, went back into the kitchen.

After the injection, the doctor withdrew the needle and asked the patient.

“So.. how are you feeling now?” “I feel better.” “I don’t feel better.” “Why, teacher?” “I was wrong. I don’t like the shoes I bought yesterday,” she said.

She took off the patient's shoes and put them back on. Then the patient looked at the doctor's shoes. She was breathing heavily.

She couldn't walk. The shoes were the kind of shoes she really wanted. She wanted them so much that she had been looking for them for two weeks. She had been to every store. When she couldn't find them anymore, she bought the shoes she was wearing on a whim. But the doctor found the kind of shoes she really wanted. And the color was her favorite. The patient, who had been so eager to buy the doctor's shoes, felt embarrassed and complained.

The doctor came running and asked, "What's wrong?" "Don't laugh, teacher." "No, I'm not laughing. Just talk." " Can I try on your shoes for a moment?"

The doctor took off her shoes and the patient put them on. Then the doctor walked with the patient. She walked towards the window. She returned to the other bed. The patient was walking. He had a pair of flip-flops on one foot and a bare foot on the other.

Now both the patient and the doctor were happy. At that moment, the patient's husband came back in. He was watching the two women's movements from the doorway. Earlier, when he entered the kitchen, he thought there was only one crazy woman in the room. Now there were two crazy women.

"What are you doing?" I asked... "We're just swapping shoes."

Two women are sitting facing each other. The doctor is wearing the patient's pointed shoes. The patient is wearing the doctor's round shoes. They both agree to exchange shoes. They walk around in their new shoes. Then they greet each other warmly. The doctor goes to the next patient. The patient closes the door and returns to her husband. "I don't have any pain. Everything is gone. You are an amazing doctor. I have only seen you once."

Father of a child, father of a child

Dad - VICTOR ARDOV

A man who seemed extremely excited ran into the lobby of the maternity hospital. He was carrying a large, bulging leather bag in one hand. The bag, which was still in his arms, was slightly open where it had been locked.

From the moment he ran through the door, he started to say things like a man bursting out of his mouth. He didn't stop for a moment, and when he reached the table in the living room, he could clearly hear what he was saying.

"People, please do it... No one else has it, they're just throwing away such an important matter. The people involved are already losing their minds. Are they going to stay like this? My wife has been in the hospital for 3 hours now. I don't know if she's having triplets or what. Oh my God, if something happens, it's a disaster. I can't stand it anymore, I know what kind of pain she's going through right now. Even at this time, there's no one in this hospital. They know... Just wait and see."

I'll show you the crest so you can tell it's a dragon. "People's Daily" in the newspaper

"I'll try calling from 'Oathan'. But where is it from? Other departments have also written... I guess they already know."

At that moment, a teacher on duty ran into the room. She was wearing a white dress, a white scarf on her head, her face was so calm, and... she had a glass of water in her hand.

Then... he spoke slowly in the sweet, calm voice he had become accustomed to.

"Just control yourself... my dear father," she said, handing him a glass of water to drink.

"Baby daddy," the man asked in a panic. "Who is it... Baby daddy?" "I told you... Drink some water."

"I don't want to drink," he said, taking the glass from the teacher's hand and downing it in one gulp. Then

"So... why do you call me "baby daddy"?"

"Mother... aren't you the father of the child? If you came to this room and were in such distress, then your wife must have been in labor. So you 're not really a "father of the child," are you ? You came here and were so upset because you were a "father of the child."

"Yes, of course... my wife is inside." "Well... am I right?"

"I'm still sick to my stomach, I haven't even given birth yet... how can I be a father?"

"It'll be here in about half an hour. Sit down, baby daddy." "Don't call me... this ' baby daddy ' thing."

"Oh... what's so bad about that? It's not like you to call a good person like yourself a thief. It's not offensive to call someone like you, "Father of the children, father of the children." So... how long has it been since you sent your wife?"

"It's been a while (looking back at the clock) It's almost three o'clock." "

"Don't worry so much. Your wife is not a cat. Even kittens take three hours to give birth. A human woman gives birth..."

"So what should I do? I was so worried that my head was burning up, I was sent to the hospital. When I got to the office and sat in the meeting, I couldn't hear or understand what the senior asked. So he asked me, "What are you thinking about?" I said, "I'm just thinking about myself."

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl," I replied, and they all laughed. Then the officer said, "Today, you won't be able to concentrate on your work... so go to the woman."

"But... there's nothing you can do here either." "At least you can send me the things I need... Hot this package."

The child..."

““Don't send it.” “Why?” “What you brought is not true.” “How do you know... I haven't even looked at the package yet?” ““You don't need to look... Isn't it cherry brandy that you brought?” “Of course.

"I can't allow it. Right now, mothers are only allowed to drink one type of milk. And... you brought some pickles, didn't you?"

"Yes...yes." "That's not allowed either. Also, bring as many fish as you want. | What's wrong?"

"Only one... I came here to eat."

"You should know that burning is not good for strong smells, grilled foods, or salted foods, and you should not drink alcohol."

"So... I'll take back the whole milk and cheese. But the kyats."