Мои подпорченные каникулы My ruined holidays

It's my first time here and to be honest, I'm not particularly excited. A splendid Soviet legacy, which, unfortunately, has not found an owner (the state cannot be an effective owner), with a whole bunch of characteristic problems. The first day (of paid treatment! ) I stood in queues, first for payment, then for a doctor, leaving which you feel guilty for coming here. On the second day, you begin to feel all the "charms" of the room in which you were settled: back pain from the "orthopedic" mattress of thirty years ago, distinct sounds coming from the common corridor, when you try to wash yourself, you understand that cold water pressure on the 7th floor can appear only if on the first six, all taps are closed. . .
Many thanks to the attendants and partly to the medical staff, who are trying in every possible way to smooth out the inconveniences that arise (and even the frank whims of individual guests). But it's time for the administration to seriously think about the current situation (the days of gratuitous "trade union" vouchers are over), and the attitude to rest for one's hard-earned money is different.