An Old Man Found a Pregnant Girl in the Snow. He Saved Her from the Blizzard. And She Gave Him a Reason to Live...
An Old Man Found a Pregnant Girl in the Snow. He Saved Her from the Blizzard. And She Gave Him a Reason to Live
Vasily Stepanovich lived on the edge of a village where time seemed to have stopped. His little old house, as if pressed to the ground with fatigue, was surrounded by a crooked fence and creaky gates that no one had fixed for a long time. Around him — silence. The whole street was deserted: neighbors had moved away, some went to the city, others — to eternity. Only memories and recollections remained.
He was seventy years old. Forty of those years he had spent serving people — as a paramedic at the local clinic, which was now closed, just like everything that connected him with the past. After his wife’s death, he was left alone. The children were rare visitors, sometimes they called, sometimes remembered. But he had long since gotten used to loneliness. Habit became his shield, his protection from pain and unnecessary conversations.
This year, winter came early and harsh. The wind howled so fiercely that even the most sturdy window frames trembled from its rage. Snow fell like a thick wall, tearing off roofs and swirling in the air, as if trying to carry away the last traces of human life.
Vasily Stepanovich’s house was the only one where a light bulb was still burning. He was heating the stove, preparing a modest dinner — potatoes boiled in their skins, and a couple of salted cucumbers from the barrel. That was how he always ate, simply and without fuss. Nothing fancy, nothing unnecessary.
He was almost about to go to bed when he heard a strange sound. At first glance — the usual howl of a blizzard. But then again. A quiet, almost whisper, as if someone was asking for help. His heart froze, then suddenly started beating faster.
It was not just a warning. It was professional intuition that he had never lost in all the years of working in emergency care. And it came back to him, waking sharply in his chest.
He quickly put on his sheepskin coat, threw on his felt boots, took a flashlight — the very one with a worn case that had helped him many times on night calls. He went outside. The cold hit his face, his breath turned into a white cloud of steam. Step by step, listening carefully to every sound, he moved down the road until he noticed a silhouette by the roadside.
At first, it seemed like a sack or some trash. But coming closer, he realized: it was a person. A woman. She was crawling through the snow, leaving behind a faint trail. Her fingers were blue, her lips trembled, and her belly under the old coat was sticking out — she was pregnant. Close to giving birth.
Vasily knelt down beside her. Carefully leaned toward her:
— Young lady… can you hear me?
She slowly opened her eyes, looked at him with difficulty, and whispered:
— Help… me… it hurts so much…
And she lost consciousness.
The old man didn’t hesitate for a second. He gently lifted her — she was incredibly light, as if not alive, but a shadow. It seemed that life itself was slipping out of her. He slowly trudged back, overcoming the snowdrifts, gusts of wind, cold, and his age.
His thoughts were confused, but one thing was clear: if he didn’t make it in time, two would die — she and the child inside her.
When he reached the house, the blizzard seemed even worse, but stepping over the threshold, he felt how...đź“– Read the continuation in the comments ⬇️
