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Marianna lingered on the beach. Sharm El Sheikh. As usual, not a single cloud in sight, the Egyptian heat is relentless. She wrapped a pareo around her head like a turban. It felt like her whole body had warmed up under the sun. Time to head back to the hotel, and with the breeze of Sharm, Marianna walked along the asphalt path, the long ruffles of her dress fluttering in the wind. She glanced up at the sea and the sun. Stopping, she looked up at the sun. Marianna felt a burning heat inside, like the fiery lava of the sun was within her, in her chest. What’s happening to me? Everything is fine… even the Kazan icon is nearby, but the lava wouldn’t go away, it was a piece of fiery plasma inside. Marianna pulled out a mirror and looked into her eyes: in her eyes were two blazing hot suns, the same lava that was inside, fire, a crazy all-consuming fire. Marianna was brought back to reality by a voice:

– Do you want a photo… a photo…

– You look great.

It was an Arab photographer; Marianna recognized him.

– No, thank you, – she declined and quickly tried to walk past him, moving further along the path.

She reached the hotel lobby.

I’m trembling… my hands are shaking, everything inside is shaking, I feel awful…

Marianna walked past a table where the guides were sitting. An Arab guide, who was encouraging people to go to Israel, was standing by the table facing Marianna. Another guide was sitting at the table, looking down. What to do… one thought. Marianna quickly approached the guide:

– I feel unwell…

– You look pale, go to the doctor, – and he waved his hand, indicating where to go.

Marianna quickly walked across the parquet floor of the hotel lobby. She spotted the doctor’s office below.

She entered and sat down on a chair, still trembling. In the office was an Arab – Doctor Badya, they said he was from Syria.

The doctor checked her pulse, looking concerned. A nurse was nearby.

Marianna spoke with difficulty:

– This is a phone number, – she pointed to a piece of paper, – if something happens to me… on the paper was written: Nastya, and her phone number.

– Tachyarrhythmia, – Marianna understood among the English words that the doctor was saying to the nurse as he drew medicine from an ampoule.

The doctor gave Marianna an injection in her arm, then rummaged through the shelves, searching for another ampoule, but seemed unable to find the necessary medicine, looking flustered.

– Do you speak English?

– No, – Marianna shook her head.

Oh… it was clear from Doctor Badya’s expression.

Marianna sat on the couch. The fear of death wouldn’t leave her, her legs dangling off the couch.

I’m like deaf and dumb, I can’t understand what he’s saying… (Marianna’s thoughts). The doctor continued to bustle around, checking her pulse every five minutes.

It seems to have eased…

Using a translator, Marianna understood that the doctor told her to come here every day. What is wrong with me… it’s all the Sun…