Last words The last words of famous people before death

The last words of great people spoken before death

What famous/great people said just before their death

“And now don’t believe everything I said, because I am the Buddha, but test everything from your own experience. Be your own guiding light” - the last words of the Buddha

"It is finished" - Jesus

At the beginning of the 19th century, the granddaughter of the famous Japanese warrior Shingen, one of the most beautiful girls in Japan, a subtle poetess, the favorite of the Empress, wanted to study Zen. Several famous masters refused her because of her beauty. Master Hakou said, "Your beauty will be the source of all problems." Then she burned her face with a hot iron and became Hakou's student. She took the name Rionen, which means "clearly understand."

Just before her death, she wrote a short poem:

Sixty-six times these eyes
We could admire the autumn.
Don't ask anything.
Listen to the hum of the pine trees in complete calm

Winston Churchill was very tired of life towards the end, and his last words were: “How tired I am of all this.”

Oscar Wilde died in a room with tacky wallpaper. Approaching death did not change his attitude towards life. After the words: “Killer colors! One of us will have to leave here,” he left

Alexandre Dumas: “So I won’t know how it all ends”

James Joyce: "Is there a single soul here who can understand me?"

Alexander Blok: “Russia ate me like a stupid pig of its own”

Francois Rabelais: "I'm going to look for the great "Perhaps"

Ernst Herter. Dying Achilles

Somerset Maugham: “Dying is a boring and joyless thing. My advice to you is never do it.”

Anton Chekhov died in the German resort town of Badenweiler. The German doctor treated him to champagne (according to the old German medical tradition, a doctor who has given his colleague a fatal diagnosis treats the dying person to champagne). Chekhov said “Ich sterbe”, drank his glass to the bottom, and said: “I haven’t drunk champagne for a long time.”

Henry James: "Well, finally, I got it"

American novelist and playwright William Saroyan: “Everyone is destined to die, but I always thought that they would make an exception for me. So what?”

Heinrich Heine: "God will forgive me. This is his job"

The last words of Johann Goethe are widely known: “Open the shutters wider, more light!” But not everyone knows that before this he asked the doctor how much time he had left, and when the doctor replied that there was one hour left, Goethe sighed with relief: “Thank God, only an hour.”

Boris Pasternak: "Open the window"

Victor Hugo: "I see a black light"

Mikhail Zoshchenko: “Leave me alone”

Saltykov-Shchedrin: “Is that you, fool?”

“Well, why are you crying? Did you think I was immortal?” - "Sun King" Louis XIV

Hendrik Goltzius. Dying Adonis

Countess DuBarry, the favorite of Louis XV, ascending the guillotine, said to the executioner: “Try not to hurt me!”

“Doctor, I still won’t die, but not because I’m afraid,” said the first American President George Washington

Queen Marie Antoinette, climbing the scaffold, stumbled and stepped on the executioner’s foot: “Please forgive me, monsieur, I did it by accident.”

Scottish historian Thomas Carlyle: “So this is what it is, this death!”

Composer Edvard Grieg: "Well, if this is inevitable..."

Nero: “What a great artist is dying!”

Before his death, Balzac remembered one of his literary heroes, the experienced doctor Bianchon, and said: “He would have saved me.”

Leonardo da Vinci: “I insulted God and people! My works did not reach the heights to which I aspired!”

Mata Hari blew a kiss to the soldiers aiming at her and said: “I’m ready, boys.”

Philosopher Immanuel Kant: "Das ist gut"

One of the filmmaker brothers, 92-year-old Auguste Lumière: “My film is running out”

Lytton Strechey: "If this is death, I'm not happy about it"

The Spanish general, statesman Ramon Narvaez, when asked by the confessor whether he was asking for forgiveness from his enemies, smiled wryly and replied: “I have no one to ask for forgiveness. All my enemies have been shot.”

American businessman Abrahim Hewitt tore the mask of the oxygen machine from his face and said: “Leave it alone! I’m already dead...”

The famous English surgeon Joseph Green, out of medical habit, measured his pulse. “The pulse is gone,” he said.

The famous English director Noel Howard, feeling that he was dying, said: “Good night, my dears. See you tomorrow.”

Man's attitude towards death is a great mystery. No matter what he says about this during his lifetime, only he knows about real feelings in the minute before death. People who seek to lift the veil of this mystery collect and examine the last words spoken by a person before death. Of particular interest are the statements of people who left a noticeable mark on history and culture. As a rule, their last words have deep meaning and significance for posterity. Today we bring to the attention of the reader another publication.

DENIS IVANOVICH FONVIZIN (1745-1792), Russian writer
Shortly before his death, Fonvizin, already paralyzed, rode in a wheelchair in front of the university and shouted to students: “This is what literature can lead to. Never be a writer! Never study literature!
ALEXANDER NIKOLAEVICH RADISHCHEV (1749-1802), Russian philosopher and writer
From the memoirs of his son, Pavel Alexandrovich: “...at ten o’clock in the morning Radishchev, feeling unwell and having taken medicine, constantly worrying, suddenly takes a glass with “strong vodka” prepared in it (a mixture of nitric and hydrochloric acids) to burn old officer epaulettes his eldest son and drinks it at once. Then, grabbing a razor, he wants to stab himself. His eldest son noticed this, rushes to him and snatches the razor. “I will have to suffer,” said Radishchev. An hour later, Ville’s physician, sent by Emperor Alexander I, arrives. Ville shouts: “Water, water!” and prescribes medicine. But there was little hope... Before his death, Radishchev said: “Posterity will avenge me...” .
IVAN SERGEEVICH TURGENEV (1809-1883), Russian writer
His last words were addressed to the Viardot family around him: “Closer, closer to me, and let me feel you all near me... The moment has come to say goodbye... Forgive me!”
NIKOLAI VASILIEVICH GOGOL (1810-1852), Russian writer
He died of malarial encephalitis in terrible agony. His inadequate mental state caused by the disease became the cause of the tragedy when, a few days before his death, he burned the second volume of Dead Souls. Count A.P. Tolstoy, in whose house Gogol lived, invited Moscow medical luminaries to the sick writer, but everything was in vain.
He died on February 21 at 8 a.m., leaving an inheritance in the amount of 43 rubles. 88 kop. and... your immortal name. His last words were: “Stairs. Crushes... the stairs! And to the doctors: “Don’t disturb me, for God’s sake!”
VISSARION GRIGORIEVICH BELINSKY (1811-1848) Russian literary critic
According to eyewitnesses who were present at the death of the famous critic: “Belinsky, who was already lying in the heat exhausted and unconscious on his bed, suddenly, to their amazement, jumped up; His eyes sparkling, he took a few steps, spoke some words indistinctly, but with energy, and began to fall. They supported him, put him to bed, and a quarter of an hour later he was gone...”
NIKOLAI ALEXANDROVICH DOBROLUBOV (1836-1861), Russian philosopher and literary critic
From the memoirs of Avdotya Yakovlevna Panaeva, a close friend of Dobrolyubov: “I entrust you with my brothers... Don’t let them waste money on stupid things... Bury me easier and cheaper.” A little later he asked: “Give me your hand...” I took his hand , she was cold... He looked at me intently and said: “Goodbye... go home! Soon!" These were his last words."
FEDOR MIKHAILOVICH DOSTOEVSKY (1821-1881), Russian writer
From the memoirs of the writer’s wife: “...He kissed the children’s lips, they kissed him and, on the doctor’s orders, immediately left... 2 hours before his death, when the children came to his call, Fyodor Mikhailovich ordered the Gospel to be given to his son Fedya and, holding my hand in his, he said: “Poor... dear, what am I leaving you with... poor thing, how hard it will be for you to live.”
IVAN ALEXANDROVICH GONCHAROV (1812-1891), Russian writer
In September, the sick writer was moved from his dacha to his city apartment, where medical care could be more accessible. On the night of September 15, Ivan Alexandrovich quietly died of pneumonia. Before his death, Goncharov asked his friends to be buried in the Alexander Nevsky Lavra, somewhere on a hill near a cliff.
MIKHAIL EVGRAFOVICH SALTYKOV-SHCHEDRIN (1826-1889), Russian writer
“Before my death, I wanted to remind the public of some valuable and weighty words for them: shame, conscience, honor, etc., which others have forgotten and have no effect on anyone,” he told Eliseev. “There were, you know, words: well, conscience, fatherland, humanity... there are others there. Now take the trouble to look for them! We need to remind them...” - he said this to Mikhailovsky. He was getting worse and worse. On the night of April 27-28, he suffered a stroke and lost consciousness, which never returned to him. He died on April 28 at 4 p.m.
MAXIM GORKY (1868-1936), Russian writer
On one of the last days of his life he said, barely audibly: “Let me go.” And the second time, when he could no longer speak, he pointed with his hand at the ceiling and doors, as if wanting to escape from the room. The Socialist Messenger of 1954 reported that B. Gerland, imprisoned in the Gulag in Vorkuta, worked in the infirmary with Professor Pletnev. He was sentenced to death for the murder of Gorky, but his death penalty was commuted to 25 years in the camps (later the term was reduced by 10 years). B. Gerland wrote: “Gorky loved to treat his visitors to bonbonnieres (sweets). This time he generously gave gifts to two orderlies and ate some himself. An hour later, all three began to experience excruciating stomach pains, and death soon followed. An autopsy was performed which showed that everyone died from poison.”
LEV NIKOLAEVICH TOLSTOY (1828-1910), Russian writer
Leo Tolstoy died at the Ostapovo postal station on his way south. He muttered something indistinctly, as if in a dream: “...I love the truth more.” “A lot, a lot... it’s pressing... it’s pressing, well,” he suddenly shouted loudly, and... the end came.
ANTON PAVLOVICH CHEKHOV (1860-1904), Russian writer
When the doctor arrived, Chekhov himself told him that he was dying and that he should not send for oxygen, since by the time they brought it, he would be dead. The doctor ordered to give the dying man a glass of champagne. Chekhov took the glass and, as Olga Leonardovna recalls, turned to her, smiled his amazing smile, and said: “I haven’t drunk champagne for a long time.” He drank it all down, quietly lay down on his left side, and soon left forever.
ALEXANDER STEPANOVICH GREEN (1880-1932), Russian writer
He died as hard as he lived. He asked to put his bed next to the window. Outside the window, the distant Crimean mountains were blue... A few days before his death, he was sent from Leningrad the author's copies of the last book, “Autobiographical Tale.” Green smiled faintly and tried to read the inscription on the cover, but could not. The book fell out of his hands. Green's eyes, which were able to see the world so unusually, were already dying. Green’s last word was either a groan or a whisper: “I’m dying!..”
ALEXANDER IVANOVICH KUPRIN (1870-1938), Russian writer
From the memoirs of the writer’s daughter, Ksenia: “Mom wrote down in her diary everything that my father said shortly before his death: “I don’t want to die, I want life.” He crossed himself and said: “Read me the Our Father and the Mother of God,” he prayed and cried: “Why am I sick? What happened? Don’t leave me.” “Mommy, how good life is! After all, we are in our homeland? Tell me, tell me, are there Russians all around? How good it is! I feel something is wrong, call the doctor. Sit with me, mommy, it’s so cozy when you’re with me, next to me! I have a strange mind now, I don’t understand everything. Here it begins, don't leave me. I'm scared"".
MIKHAIL MIKHAILOVICH PRISHVIN (1873-1954), Russian writer
From the memoirs of the writer’s wife, Valeria Dmitrievna: “In the afternoon, severe pain began, and he asked me with anxiety: “How are we going to live now?” I tried as best I could to calm him down. By the evening the pain had passed, and he received A in the office A. and P. L. Kapits, drank his light wine with them, said that he was buying a new car - an “all-terrain vehicle”... Listened to a new record with a recording of his voice. After seeing the guests off, he said that he was very tired and went to bed. He asked me to read poetry to him. I read Fet... I perked up. In bed I talked very cheerfully with Rodionov who had arrived. At about 12 o'clock at night the heart attack began. Then he began to choke: he would sit up, then lie down, I supported him with my hands and said: “Be patient.” And he answered very energetically, even angrily: “This is about something else, but we must deal with this ourselves.” Under the influence of the pantopon, he calmed down, turned to the wall, put his palm under his cheek, as if settling down comfortably to fall asleep... and quietly died".
NIKOLAI ALEXEEVICH OSTROVSKY (1904-1936), Soviet writer
From the memoirs of his wife, Raisa Ostrovskaya: “He talked to me about how a person should be persistent and courageous and not give up under the blows of life: “Anything can happen in life, Raek... Remember how life beat me, tried to knock me out of action.” . But I didn’t give up, I stubbornly walked towards my goal. And he came out victorious. My books are witnesses to this." I listened silently. He asked me not to give up my studies... Then I remembered our old mothers: “Our old ladies spent their whole lives taking care of us... We owe them so much... but give nothing back We don’t have time... Remember about them, Rayusha, take care of them...” That night was endless... Without coming to his senses, he died in the evening, at 7:50 p.m., December 22, 1936.”
MIKHAIL AFANASIEVICH BULGAKOV (1891-1940), Russian writer
In her memoirs, the writer’s wife, Elena Sergeevna Bulgakova, cites her husband’s very last words: “He made me understand that he needed something, that he wanted something from me. I offered him medicine, drink, lemon juice, but I clearly understood that this was not the point. Then I guessed and asked: “Your things?” He nodded with an expression that said “yes” and “no.” I said: “The Master and Margarita”? He, terribly delighted, made a sign with his head that “yes, these are ". And he squeezed out two words: “So that they know, so that they know.”
ALEXANDER ALEXANDROVICH FADEYEV (1901-1956), Soviet writer
According to the recollections of housekeeper Landysheva, Fadeev came to her kitchen on the morning of May 13, but refused breakfast and went to his office. Before shooting himself, he wrote a suicide letter addressed to the Central Committee of the CPSU: “I don’t see the opportunity to live any longer, since the art to which I gave my life has been ruined by the self-confident and ignorant leadership of the party, and now can no longer be corrected. The best cadres of literature - in numbers that the royal satraps could not even dream of - were physically exterminated or died thanks to the criminal connivance of those in power... My life as a writer loses all meaning, and I am with great joy, as a deliverance from this vile existence, where on meanness, lies and slander fall upon you, I am leaving this life... My last hope was to at least say this to the people who rule the state, but for the past three years, despite my requests, they cannot even accept me. I ask you to bury me next to my mother.”
VLADIMIR VLADIMIROVICH NABOKOV (1899-1977), Russian writer, Nobel Prize laureate
The writer's son, Dmitry, says that when he said goodbye to his father on the eve of his death, the dying man's eyes suddenly filled with tears. “I asked: why? He said that some butterflies have probably already begun to fly..."
MIKHAIL MIKHAILOVICH ZOSCHENKO (1894-1958), Soviet writer
He was alone. He lay there, covering himself with his coat. There were bottles of medicine on a chair nearby. The room was not tidy. There was dust everywhere, on the table, on the books. He was sad and said: “I keep thinking that a person needs to die on time. God, how right Mayakovsky was! I'm too late to die. You have to die on time."
VASILY MAKAROVICH SHUKSHIN (1929-1974), Soviet writer
From the memoirs of artist Georgy Ivanovich Burkov: “There was no doctor on the ship: he left that day for a wedding in one of the villages. Validol didn't help. I remembered that my mother drinks Zelenin drops from her heart. Shukshin took this medicine.
- Well, Vasya, is it easier?
- What do you think, does it work right away? We have to wait...
“You know,” said Vasily Makarovich, after a slight pause, “I just read in a book of memoirs about Nekrasov how he died difficultly and for a long time, he himself asked God for death.”
- Come on, stop talking about it! Vasya, you know what, let me go to bed with you today...
- Why is this? What am I, a girl or something, to protect me. If you need me, I'll call you. Go to sleep.
These were his last words; in the morning he was found sleeping in an eternal sleep.”

Based on Varazdat Stepanyan’s book “The Dying Words of Famous People”, Faculty of Philology, St. Petersburg State University, 2002. Illustrations prepared by designer Marina Provotorova

While working as a resuscitator in a hospital, Alexey Samokhin wrote down what people said before they died. These phrases, chaotic as life itself, and the author’s comments on them, are an invaluable and unprecedented document of human existence.

Lesha Samokhin was a talented person - a journalist, musician and doctor. Saving the lives of many, he himself died young, in the best traditions of poets - at 37 years old. His most striking legacy is the text “Last Words”. In memory of Alexey, we are publishing this amazing text.

FROM THE AUTHOR:

The boomerang, no matter what its flight may be, must return back. If you put your hand on your pulse, you will feel the countdown starting at the moment of your birth. Someday, you will definitely die. All your life, unless you are mute, you speak. You say words, words about words... Someday what you say will be your last word. What follows below are the last words I listened to during my five years of working in the hospital. First, I started writing them down in a notebook so I wouldn't forget. Then I realized that I was remembering it forever and stopped writing it down. Here, not all of me are like that, selectively...

At first, when I stopped working at the hospital, I regretted that I now heard such things extremely rarely. Only later did I realize that the last words can be heard from living people. It’s enough just to listen more closely and understand that most of them won’t say anything more.

“Wash the currants, son, they just came from the garden...”

A. 79 years old
This was the first entry in my notebook, the first thing I heard when I was still an orderly. I went to wash the currants, and when I returned, my grandmother had already died of a heart attack with the same expression on her face with which I left her.

“But he’s still more intelligent than you...”

V. 47 years old
An elderly, very rich Azerbaijani woman who threw a tantrum that she wanted to see her son. They were given ten minutes to talk and when I came to escort him out of the department, I heard that was the last thing she said to him. After he left, she looked at everyone rather angrily, did not speak to anyone, and an hour later she died as a result of cardiac arrest.

“Get your hands off, armed gang! You swore eternal friendship to me!”

G. 44 years old
It was some old Jew in complete insanity. On the first day after the operation, apparently after anesthesia, he confessed his love to everyone, and on the second he decided that we were “an evil gang who disguised themselves as people of a sacred profession.” He cursed all day and by the evening, without ceasing to curse, he died.

I've already sprayed myself with this crap five hundred times!

D. 66 years old
Some mechanic died of an attack of bronchial asthma before my eyes. This is the only thing he managed to tell me, showing me a bottle with an inhaler that expands the airways. Then he collapsed on the floor.

"Potassium..."

E. 34 years old
Potassium was the cause of his death. The nurse did not set the drip speed and the lightning-fast administration of potassium caused cardiac arrest. Apparently, he felt this, because when I ran into the hall at the sound of the instruments, he raised his index finger up and, pointing to the empty jar, told me what was in it. This, by the way, was the only case of potassium overdose out of several dozen in my practice, which resulted in death.

“How aware are you of what you are doing? Write to me on a piece of paper how aware you are of what you are doing now...”

J. 53 years old
J. was a hydraulic engineer. He suffered from hypochondriacal delirium, asking everyone and everything about the mechanism of action of each pill and “why it itches here and pricks here.” He asked the doctors to sign his notebook for each injection. To be honest, he died because of the nurse’s rudeness, either she mixed up the cardiotonic, or its dose... I don’t remember. I only remember what he said at the end.

“It really hurts here!”

Z. 24 years old
This young man had one of the youngest heart attacks in Moscow. He constantly asked only to “p-i-t...” and said, placing his hand on the area of his heart, that he was in great pain. His mother said he was very stressed. Three days later, the youngest death from myocardial infarction was recorded. He died repeating these words...

"I want to go home"

I. 8 years old
A girl who spoke only these two words for two weeks after liver surgery. She died while on my watch.

"There was a better state..."

K. 46 years old
A patient who, after two unconscious months, asked to deflate the cuff on his tracheostomy, convincing everyone that he definitely needed to say something. Having croaked these two words, he lost consciousness again and never came to his senses.

"I am a relative of Igor Langno."

L. 28 years old
He was a blond Baltic guy with a severe heart defect named Igor Langno.

"Larissa, Lara, Larisa..."

M. 45 years old
M. had a repeated extensive myocardial infarction. He died and agonized for three days, all the while holding onto his wedding ring with the fingers of his other hand and repeating his wife's name. When he died, I took off this ring to give it to her.

"Don't stand at my cold feet."

N. 74 years old
This grandmother told everyone that they were “strangers” to her. She said her last phrase proudly and slightly angrily. She told me during the night rounds, refusing treatment. After that, she pointedly turned to the wall and fell asleep. In the morning, her roommates discovered her, dying in this position. I really didn’t have to stand at her cold feet.

"Girls, buy me two Wheels Cars, please. Your wife will give you the money. For some tea. Thank you."

O. 57 years old
A well-beyond-his-years diabetic who, fearing that he had been accidentally given a glucose drip, injected himself with an “overdose” of insulin. At this time, the nurses went to the store outside and he asked them to buy him a chocolate bar to raise his sugar level. After this, he lost consciousness from hypoglycemia. I never came to my senses. The chocolates were brought when he had already died. My wife never gave me the money.

“You are a doctor... Therefore, it will be so, as you tell me.”

P. 44 years old
An intelligent, gray-haired Georgian who constantly shook hands in a friendly manner with everyone who approached him, repeating that he trusted everyone and believed in everyone. He said these words after an injection of morphine, before he was put on an oxygen mask. During his sleep, he developed ventricular fibrillation. He was shocked thirty times. Then my heart stopped. They didn't start it.

“Of course, I’ve become a bit old...”

R. 62 years old
An asthenic grandfather with a gray bald spot, who was successfully recovering from a banal coronary artery bypass surgery. He lay alone in a single room and constantly tossed and turned in the bed so that the sheet “crumpled” and had to be pulled up regularly. He complained about his age, grunting, just at that moment, waddling from side to side. He had no complications. I gave him an injection of rellanium to make him sleep. He died in his sleep, apparently “of old age.”

“If I get well and my heart grows back, I can bring you real high boots from the North. You can go hunting in high boots, so you won’t know grief in Moscow. If there is no rejection, like a submariner, then you can come to me in guests to go. We have times there when the sun does not set over the horizon. I try there, I try back... I will hover a centimeter from the horizon and back. There I will arrange a celebration of life for you. I will take you to the hills. So you can relax with us in the north, that you won’t want to go south. Okay, I’ll sleep, I’ll sleep... When I sleep, it doesn’t seem so alarming... Be careful with the electrodes, otherwise in the morning I woke up and nothing was running... Well, I think that’s it... Yes, that’s what I’m going to tell you, I know everything yourself..."

S. 43 years old
During this story, the nurse administered a sleeping pill, on which he fell asleep. This patient was a mustachioed resident of the Far North. He came to Moscow with a diagnosis of dilated cardiomyopathy, which has only one treatment option, a heart transplant, after which we were on duty. “Submariner” I am his friend from the squad, who served on a submarine all his life, who died during a crisis of rejection, a month after the operation. He had the same indications for a transplant, which he brought himself to by making a vow to “fuck 100 women,” breaking down on the 76th. S. didn’t even make it to the crisis. He died seven or eight hours later from some kind of fulminant infection. I remember that there was a big scandal with surgeons who reproached us for not maintaining sterility. I think they even called the SES...

"Everything?.. Yes?.. Everything?.. Everything?.. Yes?.. Everything?.. Yes?.."

T. 56 years old
This patient died much like the above-mentioned E. He stood up without permission to urinate in the “duck” on his own. At that moment, ventricular fibrillation began and he fell to the floor. We, the whole shift, put him on the bed. Cardiac arrest began, someone began to “pump”... For every chest compression, as he exhaled, he asked one of these questions. Nobody answered him. This lasted about ten seconds.

“When I was flying I saw white lights, really, drink this yourself when your daughter comes”

U. 57 years old
In fact, it was the military pilot Belousov. Charming, handsome and very strong-willed guy. With a complication, he was on a ventilator for four months until he died of sepsis. These are not words because he could not speak because of the tracheostomy, these are his last note, which he wrote in huge letters that resembled the scribbles of a preschooler. He tried to explain to me three times about the white lights, but unfortunately, he didn’t understand anything. Drink yourself about the miraculous medicine mumiyo, which he was conscientiously given to drink at the insistence of his brother, also, by the way, a military pilot. I was on duty with Belousov for a month and a half, fifteen shifts in a row. I really cared for him and really wanted him to get better. He died at night and I was incredibly upset. In the morning, leaving work, I ran into his daughter at the door of the department. She knew me and smiled and asked: “How is he doing?” Well, I brought him baby purees, mineral water, honey... I frowned, deliberately rudely muttered something about being tired after a sleepless night, and quickly ran into the elevator. They say she sat at the entrance for two hours, no one dared to tell her...

“Take the carriage away, the magnifying glass is burning.”

B. 52 years old
A huge miner from Donbass who did not know how to correctly pronounce half of the most common words in the Russian language. He spoke in a clipped bass voice. Until he died, the catheter was never removed.

"Come to me! I'll share the thrill with you!"

F. 19 years old
It wasn't me who heard it. A friend of mine, whom I met when he worked as a salesman in a music store, heard this. These words belong to his girlfriend, who died a few minutes later from a heroin overdose. At his home, in his bed. Later, I asked him if he remembered her last words. “Of course, I will never forget them!” he answered and shared with me.

A collection of the last words of the dying from a member of the resuscitation team

“If you put your hand on your pulse, you will feel the countdown starting at the moment of your birth. You will definitely die. All your life, if you are not mute, you talk - you comment on yourself. You say words, words about words... Someday, what you say will be your last word, your last comment. Below are the last words from others that I listened to during my five years working in the hospital. First I started writing them down in a notebook so as not to forget. Then I realized that I was remembering it forever and stopped writing it down. At first, when I stopped working at the hospital, I regretted that I could now hear such things extremely rarely. Only later did I realize that the last words can be heard from living people. It’s enough just to listen more closely and understand that most of them won’t say anything else either.”

“Wash the currants, son, they just came from the garden...” A. 79 years old (This was the first entry in my notebook, the first thing I heard when I was still an orderly. I went to wash the currants, and when I returned, my grandmother already died of a heart attack with the same expression on her face with which I left her.)

“But he’s still more intelligent than you...” V. 47 years old (An elderly, very rich Azerbaijani woman who threw a tantrum that she wanted to see her son. They were given ten minutes to talk and when I came to escort him out of the department, then he heard how this was the last thing she said to him. After he left, she looked at everyone quite angrily, did not talk to anyone, and an hour later she died as a result of cardiac arrest.)

“Did you... eat, .. poison? What the hell did you... eat? What, ...ate, ..poison?” E. 47 years old (Also, probably, a mechanic. Or a carpenter. In short, some kind of drunk with a rare disease for science. His heart stopped when he, standing naked on the marble floor, urinated on the floor. He fell, we began to shift him on the bed, trying to massage the heart while he was in the air. At this time, he, gasping for breath, asked us his “last questions.”)

“Potassium...” E. 34 years old (Potassium was the cause of his death. The nurse did not set the speed of the drip and the lightning-fast administration of potassium caused cardiac arrest. Apparently, he felt it, because when I ran into the hall at the sound of the instruments, he raised his head up index finger and pointing at the empty jar told me what was in it. This, by the way, was the only case of potassium overdose out of several dozen in my practice, which resulted in death.)

“How aware are you of what you are doing? Write to me on a piece of paper how aware you are of what you are doing now...” Zh. 53 years old (J. was a hydraulic engineer. He suffered from hypochondriacal delirium, asking everyone and everything about the mechanism of action of each pill and “ why is it itching here and pricking here." He asked the doctors to sign in his notebook for each injection. To be honest, he died because of the nurse’s abuse, or she mixed up the cardiotonic, or its dose... I don’t remember. I only remember what he said at the end.)

“It really hurts here!” Z. 24 years old (This young man had one of the “youngest” heart attacks in Moscow. He constantly asked only to “p-i-t...” and said, putting his hand on the heart area, that he was very hurt. His mother said that he was very stressed. Three days later, the “youngest” death from myocardial infarction was registered. He died repeating these words...)

"I want to go home". I. 8 years old (A girl who spoke only these two words for two weeks after liver surgery. She died on my watch.)

“Larissa, Lara, Larisa...” M. 45 years old (M. had a repeated massive myocardial infarction. He died and agonized for three days, all the time holding the wedding ring with the fingers of his other hand and repeating the name of his wife. When he died I took off this ring to give it to her.)

“Everything?.. Yes?.. Everything?.. Everything?.. Yes?.. Everything?.. Yes?..” T. 56 years old (He stood up without permission to urinate in the “duck” on his own. In this At that moment, ventricular fibrillation began and he fell to the floor. We, the whole shift, put him on the bed. Cardiac arrest began, someone began to “pump”... He, which is difficult to explain, remained conscious. For every compression of the chest, As he exhaled, he squeezed out one of these questions. No one answered him. This lasted about ten seconds.)

“When I was flying I saw white lights, however, drink this yourself when your daughter comes.” U. 57 years old (In fact, it was a military pilot Belousov. A charming, handsome and very strong-willed guy. With a complication, he was on artificial ventilation for four months until he died of sepsis. These are not words - due to a tracheostomy he did not could speak - this is his last note, which he wrote in huge letters, reminiscent of the scribbles of a preschooler. He tried to explain to me three times about the white lights, but, unfortunately, I still didn’t understand anything. “Drink it yourself,” - regarding the “miraculous "of the cadaveric medicine mumiyo, with which he was conscientiously fed at the insistence of his brother, also, by the way, a military pilot. I was on duty with Belousov for a month and a half, fifteen shifts in a row. I really warmed to him, I really wanted him to recover. He died at night and I was incredibly I was upset. In the morning, leaving work, I ran into his daughter at the door of the department. She knew me and asked with a smile: “How is he doing? I brought him baby purees, mineral water, honey...” I frowned, deliberately He muttered something rudely about being tired after a sleepless night, and quickly ran into the elevator. They say she sat at the entrance for two hours, no one dared to tell her...)

"Come to me! I’ll share the thrill with you!” F. 19 years old (It wasn’t me who heard this. This was heard by one of my friends, whom I met when he worked as a salesman in a music store. These words belong to his girlfriend, who died a few minutes later from a heroin overdose. At his home, in his bed. Later, I asked him if he remembered her last words. “Of course, I will never forget them!” I answered and shared with me.)

Last words of famous people

"It is finished" - Jesus

At the beginning of the 19th century, the granddaughter of the famous Japanese warrior Shingen, one of the most beautiful girls in Japan, a subtle poetess, the favorite of the Empress, wanted to study Zen. Several famous masters refused her because of her beauty. Master Hakou said, “Your beauty will be the source of all problems.” Then she burned her face with a hot iron and became Hakou's student. She took the name Rionen, which means "clearly understand." Just before her death, she wrote a short poem: Sixty-six times these eyes Could admire the autumn. Don't ask anything. Listen to the hum of the pine trees in complete calm.

Winston Churchill was very tired of life towards the end, and his last words were: “How tired I am of all this.”

Oscar Wilde died in a room with tacky wallpaper. Approaching death did not change his attitude towards life. After the words: “Killer colors! One of us will have to leave here,” he left.

Alexandre Dumas: “So I won’t know how it all ends.”

Mikhail Zoshchenko: “Leave me alone.”

“Well, why are you crying? Did you think I was immortal? - “Sun King” Louis XIV

Before his death, Balzac remembered one of his literary heroes, the experienced doctor Bianchon, and said: “He would have saved me.”

Leonardo da Vinci: “I insulted God and people! My works have not reached the heights to which I aspired!”

Mata Hari blew a kiss to the soldiers aiming at her and said: “I’m ready, boys.”

One of the filmmaker brothers, 92-year-old Auguste Lumière: “My film is running out.”

American businessman Abrahim Hewitt tore the oxygen mask mask off his face and said: “Leave it alone! I'm already dead..."

The famous English surgeon Joseph Green, out of medical habit, measured his pulse. “The pulse is gone,” he said.

The famous English director Noel Howard, feeling that he was dying, said: “Good night, my dears. See you tomorrow".

Below are the last words of ordinary people, not burdened by genius and fame =)

words of a chemistry student: “Professor, believe me, this is a really interesting reaction...”

words of the parachutist: “I wonder who took mine?”

words from the airbus crew: “Look, the light blinked... Okay, screw it.”

the painter’s words: “Of course, the forests will hold up!”

the words of the astronaut: “No, everything is fine. I’ll have enough air for another thirty minutes.”

the words of the recruit with the grenade: “How long do you say I should count to?”

words from a truck driver: “These old bridges will last forever!”

words from the factory canteen cook: “Something is suspiciously quiet in the dining room.”

words of the race car driver: “I wonder if the mechanic got wind that I slept with his wife?”

words of the Christmas goose: “Oh, holy birth...”

the gatekeeper's words: “Only over my corpse.”

the words of the whaler: “So, now we have him on the hook!”

words of the night watchman: “Who’s there?”

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words of the photojournalist: “This will be a sensational photo!”

the words of the diver: “Don’t moray eels bite?”

words of a drinking companion: “Oh... I crashed...”

words of a skier: “What other avalanche? She left last week.”

words of the physical education teacher: “All spears and cannonballs - come to me!”

words from the owner of the diner: “Did you like it?”

words of the hero: “What help!? Yes, there are only three of them here...”

words from the Oka driver: “Well, I’ll slip through here in no time, bullshit!”

words of a car enthusiast: “Tomorrow I’ll come check the brakes...”

the words of the executioner: “Is the noose tight? No problem, I’ll check right now...”

the words of two lion tamers: “How? I thought YOU fed them!?!”

words of the president’s son: “Dad, what is this red button for?”

words of the policeman: “Six shots. He used up all his ammo..."

words of a cyclist: “So, here the Volga is inferior to us...”

words of the submarine captain: “We need to ventilate here urgently!”

words of a pedestrian: “Come on, we’re in green!”

words of the bailiff: “...the pistol will also be confiscated!”

words of a track worker: “Don’t be afraid, this train will pass along the next track!”

words of the cheetah hunter: “Hmm, he’s approaching pretty quickly...”

words from the driver’s wife: “Get out, there’s free space on the right!”

words from the excavator driver: “What kind of cylinder did we scrape? Let's see..."

words of a mountaineering instructor: “Oh my! I’m showing you for the fifth time: truly reliable knots are tied like this...”

words of a car mechanic: “Lower the platform a little...”

words of the fugitive prisoner: “Now we have secured the rope well.”

the electrician’s words: “They should already turn it off...”

words of the biologist: “We know this snake. Its poison is not dangerous to humans."

the sapper’s words: “That’s it. Definitely red. Cut the red one!”

the words of the driver: “If this pig doesn’t switch to the middle one, I won’t switch either!”

words from the pizza delivery guy: “You have a wonderful dog...”

words of a bungee jumper: “Beauty-ah-ah........!!!”

the words of the chemist: “What if we heat it up a little...?”

roofer's words: “Not a breeze today...”

the words of the detective: “The case is simple: you are the murderer!”

the words of a diabetic: “Was it sugar?”

words of the wife: “My husband will return only in the morning..”

words of the husband: “Well.. dear... you’re not jealous of me...”

words of the night thief: “Let's walk here. Their Doberman’s chain doesn’t reach here.”

words of the inventor: “So, let’s start testing...”

words of the driving instructor: “Okay, now try it yourself...”

words of an examiner at a driving school: “Park here, on the embankment!”

words of the platoon commander: “Yes, there is not a single living soul here within a radius of 10 kilometers...”

the words of the butcher: “Lech, throw me that knife over there!”

words of the crew commander: “In a few minutes we will land according to schedule.”

the words of the other specialists: “Don’t interfere, I know what I’m doing!”

The boomerang is launched and no matter what its flight is, it will return back.

In a born lump of living matter, life explodes with every pulse! There is so much ahead...

Keeping your hand on the pulse, you will also feel the countdown starting at the moment of your birth. The Higgs boson is expressed by this body for 70-80 years - a short moment, after which it disappears. The first beat of the pulse... and the last...

The countdown has begun...desires are born in you, you feel emptiness, movement begins to fill them...
All your life you've been saying...

All spoken words are your shortcomings, you are commenting on yourself. You say words, words about words... but everything is about yourself... your desires, their filling or gaping holes in your psyche and indignation about this, usually expressed in words to other people...
That's the whole story, 70-80 years long...

Someday, what you say will be your last word, your last comment.

Last words of the dying

From the notebook of a resuscitator:

We feel and recognize what brings them to life and smile!

Losing the spark of light, fading, but open visual girl full of love...

last words of the dying

Age is not the number of years lived, but the number of moments remaining.
Spoken words are vectors that people live.
Words may be the last for this body, but the animating psyche continues to live in new bodies...

last words of the dying

Focus and you will see!
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Silent Soundman, his job is concentration! The hardest work and the greatest reward!

Feeling the psychic that lives in these bodies, you go beyond the limits of the manifested, bypassing the ticking seconds, minutes - Time...
What about the body? Wow! ...and I already have another body or a third, fifth, tenth... it doesn’t matter, and there are no words anymore, because I disappears and Life manifests itself...

Where there is I there is no life, but where there is Life I disappear.

By concentrating and bringing yourself out through the psyche of other people, you find yourself outside of matter and time, in Eternity and Infinity...

This is a reward for the sound artist for the work he has done, which he is doing right now, receiving his pleasure, first for himself, but for everyone else!

This is the plan that we recognize today among other things, because the time of revelation has come.