I came from the sanatorium, the dentist gave me a referral, and the receptionist told me everything rank by rank. Retngenkabinet- woof-woof, woof-woof, woof-woof. XS what to do, where is the queue, when to receive the snapshot. I didn't swear, I'm waiting. I opened the door and took a break. I'm waiting. Children no longer know which couch to lie on. The matter of 10 minutes stretched out for 30. The children understand, but they are silent, just like me. This queen of "photography" is walking back and forth from the office down the corridor. My wife is silent like me, waiting. There are no breaks on the work schedule. It's not swearing, silently, everything is cultural. AND THEN MY ANGEL APPEARED in the person of A local WOMAN. It was the two of us in this queue, evening. The most interesting thing. She sat, talked to me that she had a "photograph" of the extracted tooth and the doctor laughed at her for a long time and sent her to repeat, took a cultural pause, looked at how the "photographer" defiles back and forth, SO SHE was pulled off like a woman, with her professional qualities, that we were served "in two seconds" with the route where the ticket office even the high-quality execution of "photos". The first experience of treatment in Gomel in 47 years.
I want to thank the surgeon and his company.. I was at a reception for acute pain on Monday, But for a long time, but there was a whole corridor of visitors. Everything is clear and competent. Their job is very difficult. Thank you very much for their work.