Fated to Love Heartily Chapter 1 Beginning

The Marvelous Story of the Faithfully Love of Christopher and Luisa.
Part 1
Chapter 1 Beginning
Once upon a time lived and lives at the present days one boy, his name is Christopher. His age was 18. He lives in a one of the large city Lodz, which is situated in one of the Europe countries in Poland.  Chris was so calmed and modest and behaved himself correctly. After finishing his school Chris worked as a simple worker at the different Plants, Factories and Enterprises. It was so difficult to work there, for it was not easy to work under out of time without good break and without the comfortable conditions. Other workers were so horrible and rude with their daily scorning him down in every time to make a boy have a good hard drinks and just to smoke even couple times while their having eating or within a little interval out of doing something. The working days were so long and hard. Especially in Winter time was so cold and terrible, for it was not possible to carry out any applied order in the date time. The tools were so frozen with their sticking to the palms and the old robe was muddy and dirty where all workers felt a little discomfort most constantly. Chris knew perfectly what to do and always tried to be corrected in doing every action. Every time he refused even to have a talk with them about his future days for they always usually cried:
“You didn’t want to study at school just to be an A-student with going on to the University. Do as we command to you in every way, otherwise you’ll remark our words! Now, without any degree you won’t go anywhere and it is very important up-to-date.”
Having gotten a little shock, Chris caught all this situation exactly well, thought a little bit over about everything and came to the conclusion: ‘Would study something and to be a student at the Collage, ought to get a diploma and to become an outstand person.’
The time and many days passed, Chris did everything as well as he could in the day-time, but in the evening after having his supper he pulled out his books to learn any material to pass his first exams to the University and it was not so easy thing to be ready to study a lot of information oneself. But Chris’s temper was so strong and insistent to…, for he did not feel any pain and tiredness. Every new word or a rule merely inspired him to continue to go forward and to reach to his aim at any rate. He studied a lot at home, without any tutors for he had a short of money to pay for the private classes to get everything necessary to be an educated man. Sometimes he slept in a bed with his book on his pillow and he was thinking about his fairy future.
Chris was about to study at the Faculty of the Foreign Languages, for he had his hobby of communicating with the strangers. He was a well done in it. His mother always said: “Come on Chris, learn it and perhaps you’ll become an interpreter and it would be your earning in days to come.” So his mother supported him all the time, but his aunt and others his relatives only laughed at him and cried with their whistling:
” Stupid, your studying at school was so badly, your brains are empty, in which way will you go to Collage. You must stay at the Plant and forget to be at the classes, for this level is not for you. And by the way the Linguistic merely belongs to the smart people and costs too much money, so you do try to do this step without any thinking and practically it is not possible for you. Think it over much better!”
Having heard all of them, Chris did not try to pay any attention for their silly twittering, because he knew this perfectly about their green envy to get a success and he believed in his chance with much hope.
His daily learning by heart was so intensity and fruitful with catching more and more information better and better. Having gotten couple audio-tapes in a cheaper price Chris made several recorders with the English pronunciation to get this subject correctly. It was his second step to master English completely. But still he hadn’t enough practice and time after time only the little dialogues were doing to have a good talk to be as a translator in the highest level. So, it lasted many months, many days and many hours. Chris lived with the big hope to outwit everyone and in spite of anything he was going to do well everything. But his daily work to construct the equipment by reading the draws made him faint morally and during one of his actions to scrape the welding scars by a polish–mechanism has happened an accident with him. Having tired so much Chris put aside the metal frames onto the large heaps and suddenly he touched the rolling-mechanism with a silk glow, so sharply it cut his arm and in a minute his hand was in bloody leaking so quickly and the bitter pain went through his body. Chris started to cry:
“Help me anyone, please help.” Other workers heard his crying and came up to him at once. Having seen his blooding, they commenced to make him the first medical aid. The leader of the gang pulled out the first aid-box from his shelf, took a white ribbon and tied the veins’ bloody against their leaking out. The call had been given to the Hospital, but the doctors ignored to come to help for they hadn’t the medical carriage and asked the Executive-man to bring him to the Hospital themselves for treatment. So they went and did it, hired the Principle’s vehicle, for it was out of moving anywhere at that moment and they directed right to the hospital. Together with Chris went one of the workers. Having reached to the Clinic which was not far from the Plant they found a Doc. They explained to him all situations, but he was out of himself to get something for he had a good drink. The worker and his name was Thom was very angry with the Doc. and they went to the city Center Hospital. All these minutes were rocked, for Chris could pass away because of this serious wound. It was so deeply with its horrible cutting of the veins, the nerves and spoiling of some skin. He was dizzy so much and the tears were running down slowly on his cheeks. It was really very painfully. At last when they reached to the Surgeons’ study and cleared up all this situation thoroughly. The Doc. looked at a guy and calmed him down with promising to treat him well, so he made to Chris an injection against the pain, took a big metal needle and the silk threads for sewing the scar onto his hand. After all this done the Doc. said:
“Don’t worry Chris everything is ok, you may stand up and go to your place to have some rest. On Friday, you’ll get a paper out of work at the Registered-room and I will continue it for you then. Also the nurse will rebind to you a new bandage. And now, I will shake you my hand till Friday. ”
  Chris behaved himself exactly well, but in a second he lost his conscious and fell down. The doctor sponged a piece of cotton with some liquid Ammonia at once and gave him to smell for keeping his head together. After waking up on a bed Chris asked:
“Where am I?”
But the Doc. said: “You are still at the hospital at the moment. How are you? Can you stand up? Please reply.”               
 And Chris responded:
“I’m ok. I’ll take some breath a little bit.”
In a few minutes later Chris stood up, took his jacket on and went slowly to the bus-stop. He was out of his spirit at all and the bitter pain was so deeper and deeper. While taking by bus to the place Chris bought a ticket and thought over: ‘His speculations were about his life in days to come. Best of all at that moment Chris dreamt about entering to the University, to become a student, to get the Occupy and to earn much money.’ And meantime Chris’s mother was scared by this News and she was worring so much. She wept and cried:
 “Where is my son? What has happened with him?”
She cried aloud to the Principal. But the Principal was trying to persuade her to be calmed, for her son is going to the Plant at the moment for fixing this incident and clearing up everything to the end. So after Chris’s arriving to the Plant everyone concentrated and had a serious talk together, composed all actions and noted them down with forming to him separated paying during his illness. At the Plant mostly all workers were gossiping about Chris only. “He is too young. Why did he do it so? Could he not to be careful during his work? “And many others silly things were spoken up by the gossipers. But Chris was trying to do everything at that moment to train his arm. He did the different exercises and believed in his standing on line. He was going on to learn many words and expressions by rote, prepared for his exams to get the Higher Education. His daily visiting the Doc. was intensity. The nurse rebound him a new bandage with a special wetting round a scar and very carefully, for the Doc. made an order to give him all necessary things every time without bringing some cotton and other medical supplying. Actually the Doc. asked an Executive-man to make for him an antenna for the best vision on TV with catching many Sat’s. Nick it was a name of an Executive-man agreed to carry out his proposal only to treat this guy well and they concluded their gentlemen’ verbal agreement among them.
Two weeks passed, it was the highest time for taking out the threads from a scar on a hand. Chris as usually came to the nurse’s study in time without any coming late. He entered inside, took off his jacket, took a chair and put his hand onto the table with some tension asking: “I’m Sorry, is it not painful so much? But the nurse said: “Fearing? You may close your eyes while my doing this, it will be harm a little bit only. Now I’ll take the long sharply blades and accurately will cut the knots off and then will pull out the rest of threads with the special scissors. All right now you may open your eyes, for everything is done.” Chris even could wake up his eyes and the nurse said again: “Do not lift anything, I mean to say, the heavy bags and the boxes, for in other way your scar may apart and will have a little groove and some infection will penetrate inside of course. Clear?” Chris replied: “Yes, I’ll try to avoid against heavy lifting and not to increase the big training in the nearest time.” afterword Chris was very obliged to a lady then he dressed and said:
“Thanks a lot.” and he went to the Doc’s study anew. Without expecting his turn Chris came in. He repeated everything what the nurse said. The Doc. examined his hand one more time and transported him to the Gym to make some massage. “There are many different machines for training and I hope you would improve your moving of your hand within a month, in addition to the other nurses will make you some massage separately, so here is a transported sheet, please go to the study ¹ 5 which is situated on the ground floor. In case of any complaining for some pain, immediately attend my study, clear!?” Chris replied: “Sure I will.” Then they saw off with each-other and Chris directed to the Gym.  He slowly went downstairs at once to the pointed him place, found a room which was needed for… and entered in. A young lady met him and asked to explain of his appearing there. Chris showed her his medical-sheet and told everything in details. “Ok, I’ll make you some separately massage and it will usually take 5 minutes and all the rest time you’ll have training over there. So having agreed with all of this, Chris started to carry out all Doctor’s commands. Within the whole month he had been following the regular schedule, but at his place he did not forget about any repeating the words- combinations of the English language. Within a day Chris learned about 70-95 words, it just was a norm of his studying, he listened to the tape – recorder and his pronunciation became greater and greater. After one fruitful month, Chris’s hand started to dry. The three first fingers were moving slowly and the bones were appearing through the skin. More even, some skin commenced to crack and the arm of a hand became white. It lasted for 5 days and then Chris’s arm began to plump and it wasn’t so pleasure thing too. Chris attended the Doc’s study one more time with his asking to advise to do something. Having explained this situation to him, the Doc. came to the conclusion to direct Chris to the Warsaw Medical University for better examining there.
 “The Doctors there are as cleverer as here.” said the Doc. They will test your wound one more time with their own definition how to cure your hand further and perhaps they’ll also give several advices what to do. “For the next day Chris and his mother went to the Warsaw Medical University to test correctly and to restore a hand. Having arrived to the huge building they registered their medical form at first, then the register noted on a piece of paper the Professor’s room on the fifth floor and gave a gesture to use the elevators. They lifted up and found the Professor. There was no any turn there at all and they have been invited for consultation. The Professor looked like a very old man, his hair was gray and moved in spirals, he wore a little beard that grew on the lower part of his face also he wore the dark eye-glasses. Having stared at them, the Professor suggested to take place themselves and he was ready to hang them out of the lips. Here they told everything thoroughly too and about their treatment before. The professor at first thought about operation to link the wrist, but then he added at once:
 “Your arm and a hand wouldn’t move. Think over! Operation might have been with the bad results. Otherwise I’ll try to check your fingers with a needle by pricking.” So he took a needle and started to prick a little bit. Then he asked: “Do you feel some sensitively while this pricking?” Chris responded: “Yes I do.” The Professor exclaimed again:
“Ok, needn’t to operate your wrist, but instead of this we’ll change it for injecting. Of course it will be forcing some fluid into a body, but you have to endure and hold out under suffering. Here is my recipe to buy at the Drugstore all these injections” They took a little recipe, thanked the Professor and went to the Medicine Store with having bought the white little boxes with the capsules which were filled in some necessary fluid. After some time the train took them to their place to Lodz. And it was far from Warsaw. They reached there within 2 hours. At their place his mother asked her sister to inject this fluid during the month, for hiring the nurse is very expensive nowadays. Chris’s aunt agreed to do it and she did it thrice every day. Indeed, it was really sobbing with distressing emotions, but Chris trialed it over. At the Plant the workers stopped to inform their gossips, mostly they were keeping still only sometimes asked each-other: “How does Chris go on?” They were so impudent and their interest increased more and more. The leader of the brigade also was ill at that same time and he didn’t want to see his group empty and was angry with Chris so rudely. He thought merely about himself, but nobody else. His name was Bob. He was so cruel and hated the weak persons. He dreamt about much money and sometimes he took his leaving out of his work with an aim to earn additional income.
After all procedures with the injections Chris came to the Hospital anew. Having attended his Doc. and showed his wrist, Chris wanted to forget all this horror, for he suffered and tired a lot. But the Doc. made the next transporting to the Commission for the additional checking. The arm had plumping a little bit and Chris saw off with the Doc. went out into the corridor and passed it through, for the Commission’s room was at the same floor only in the second part at the end of the hall. Chris took the chair again, for that study was taken by a visitor. There were no people in the hall, was quietly, and Chris started to reaped in whisper all  words which he had already known, but suddenly his leader Bob appeared in front of his eyes. They stared at each-other without saying any word within a minute and after Bob started to speak:
 “Hi, haven’t seen you for ages. What’s your line? You have already missed in my brigade for several months. Where have you been all this time? So, your hand is so painful isn’t it? … and you cannot do something. Stop to make fool everyone. For your absence is irritating me, clear?” scared a little bit, Chris looked at Bob and responded: “Ok, I’ll try not to be sick, but only after the doctor’s permission.” At the same time the first visitor left the room and Chris heard the doctor’s invitation for the next person to come in. Chris rushed there at once. And while his moving he took off his over-coat, put his medical card onto the Doc’s desk and explained all exactly well. The Doc. has already been informed about this case and consulted him in his own way after all these medical conclusions: “ Ok Chris, we’ll expect for 5 days to get rid off your plumpness of the wrist and afterword may be we shall send you to get a license to be a pensioner with the third group.” And meantime, Bob met a nurse which he knew very well and agreed with her to enter without waiting. She showed him inside and Bob appeared there with all his magnanimity, forced smile on his mouth and after he cried: “I know this guy very well, he works with me, his working is nice, stop to hide him at the Hospital, need to work, stop his leaving out of work, stamp a blank and send him to the Plant. For he is teasing us, look at him, he is almost in a good health.” Not thinking the Doc. fixed his signature onto the sheet of paper at once and he said that Chris would stamp it at the Registered-room next door for starting to work on Monday. He believed in Bob’s twittering and they stayed together to tattle more. Chris stamped his blank and thought deeply over: ‘His speculations were about the cruel people which exist in this horrible world, about evil which does not allow to live the good people normally, about the strong and the weak people which have their constant struggle among them, the strong have much power over the weak, do not permit them even to make merry a little bit. They always find a reason to scorn somebody laugh in public and to blame the poor people in their own sins. But all these sins were made by the rich people.’
At the place Chris and all his relatives discussed his meeting with Bob, but his treatment was already over and on Monday Chris had to go on to work at the Plant together with his group to continue to construct the equipment. It was the Spring time, month May, Chris screwed and fixed the bolts with the nuts tightly, scraped the welding scars, cut off some metals according the scheme-draws, charged and uncharged the trucks. His clothe was wet every time because of his hard working. His salary was so low and reduced, for the last two months the Principle refused to pay for carrying out the orders. In addition to, one welder in name Peter made him a little harm anew. During the constructing the fridges Peter fleshed the welding-brightness right into Chris’s eyes. Chris pressed some metal tightly by a hammer with asking him to wait for further welding, but Peter fleshed it with his great desire and with some whistling at him. At the end of the working day Chris couldn’t see with his eyes. It looked like, he was a blind person. His eye-banks were covered with some easy mist and eye-balls swelled a little and with one more pain he directed to the place, had his supper and lied on the sofa trying to sleep. But the eyes were still paining. Chris’s mother peeled some potatoes, pressed some juice and made an eye-lotion, than put it onto his eyes a compress to release that pain for several hours. It was her own curing not to visit the Eye- hospital. In the morning Chris woke up and was in a high spirit with feeling better himself. He decided to improve the family situation not to be at the Plant more. So Chris wrote an application for the temporary period to have his leaving for an additional income and he had been hired to earn money at the Private Firm to repair the cars. Chris had a permission to fix the motors and other mechanisms as he finished one-year courses to master any repairing.
to be continue...