Emergency Help
Hello, you Emergency people!
Thanks.
Send me the doctor soon!
My soul has been wounded.
No, the truth is broken off –
a part of my soul is inflamed and burns.
It is tired of rudeness and deceit,
of lack of money and
the thousand other problems.
Pardon me! I am not a hooligan.
My soul is ill! It may now fly from me!
Your best brigade will come?
Thanks. I shall pay, of course.
Where are you taking me?
To a psychiatric hospital?
Release me! No! No!
I do not want to go!
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