Employees of the Brigade

Nothing foretold troubles! Yes, that's it - nothing!

We drove calmly to the house after the morning pre-New Year's shopping. We are me, a girl of about thirty-five, my civic husband Alexei, thirty, and my five-year-old son, traveling in the back seat.

Is not it true how close to this problem is it to all of us - badly cleaned from the snowy yards, narrow parking spaces, struggle for a corner under the sun, to leave their car there until the next morning?

But today we are clearly lucky - three vacant seats in the center of the yard. And only one object in the yard, which prevents parking - an ambulance car, carefully blocking all entrances and trips to a small courtyard.

No problem! With my ten-year driving experience, I immediately determine that the "first aid" is just a little to drive back, about five meters, so that I can normally park ...

Alexei gets out of the car and heads toward the ambulance, as we already stand "forehead", and the driver does not think to follow the driving ethic and move a little.

I light a cigarette and see with surprise that my husband is going back, and the ambulance is still there. I do not believe my eyes! The problem is on the level ground ?? It can not be!

"He refuses," Alexei tells me.

- Why? I ask in bewilderment.

- He says that he is waiting for a disabled child. And more, you have to pay him a liter of gasoline, which he burns, if you leave back!

- Wow ... But it's only one minute! He'll leave, I'll get up. Only three to five meters! What liter of gasoline? We, too, do not burn water!

I get out of the car, and we are already heading towards the ambulance. I see a driver there about thirty years old, and two doctors who came to the call. They only grin and it is clear that they are satisfied with the created situation.

The driver jumps out of the car cheerfully and in his swearing tone, in his movements, I understand that now there will be a fight. In the machine, my little son was left, and I absolutely do not know where to run, who to hold and what to do ...

At this time, the driver of the brigade of the children's ambulance swings and beats my husband, and I try to pull them apart so that he does not hit Alexei on the head, because I know what it is fraught with for him (Alexei was long treated for traumatic brain injury ).

My little son watches with horror what is happening out of our car, cries for fear. I'm already running to him, there to calm him down, but when I look back, I see that Alex is knocked down, and the driver is tapping him on the back and on his stomach. I run back again, I help Alexei get up and see that his face is covered in blood ...

I ask female doctors to pick up their riotous driver, which they just brush aside and call police, although the driver himself is unharmed and still aggressive.

We often hear such stories in boring TV shows. But, how often do we think that we can get into them ourselves?

The presence of two doctors at the scene and at the same time - no one volunteered to render the first medical aid to the victim, to treat the wounds.

None of them, children's doctors, tried to prevent a fight in front of a five-year-old child.

Why the driver with such a degree of aggression does not just travel on roads, but transports (attention!) - sick children around the city ???

Why do children's doctors (women!) Offer such resistance to a woman with a child who just came home and wants to put the car in the place she herself shovels with snow every day?

Nobody could explain to us - in what exactly we are guilty.

We also left a statement in the police.

You know, this nightmare happened in Penza.

This nightmare can happen anywhere and with anyone. So simply, on an equal footing, when you go home with New Year's crackers and flashlights, smile at your beloved people, suddenly medical workers appear in green robes, stand in your way and not just spoil your holiday, but cause physical and emotional trauma, for Which (again attention!) - no one will bear any responsibility!

I would ask you to help us understand this situation. We really do not understand what our fault was.

Although, perhaps, I know ... I had to kneel before these "celestials" and tearfully beg them to move their "chariot".