Neuromed Невропатолог | Винница
"It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze.
He looked out the window. The autumn rain had finally stopped. A pale, hopeful sun was breaking over the rooftops of Vinnytsia. He picked up his phone and dialed the clinic. neuromed невропатолог винница
The autumn rain in Vinnytsia fell in a steady, grey curtain, blurring the neoclassical lines of the central square into a watercolour smudge. For three months, that same grey curtain had fallen over Leonid’s world. A former engineer who could once calculate stress loads in his head, he now struggled to remember if he had taken his morning tea. "It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze