The Berkut
“Mother had raved about his long fingers; he would be a concert pianist. She saw to it that he had the lessons and that he practiced, but in the end there was something else inside him. Unlike other medical students who had found their calling early by taking care of brothers and sisters or fetching home injured creatures for salvation, it was the process of diagnosis that first captured his fancy. Given the millions of unseen microbes that inhabited both man and the earth, how could one find the guilty one in order to know what to do? It fascinated him to stare into microscopes and see the world hidden from human eyes, to watch monstrosities mate, grow and die. Later he had discovered the magic and exhilaration of entering a living human body to take pulsating organs in his hands and mend them. As a student he had relished his time with blackened and shriveled cadavers that stank of formaldehyde. He disassembled bodies like a master mechanic, exploring the flesh, bones, muscles, carti...lage and tendons like an engineer.MoreLess
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