Celandine so that no one is sick
In my country house, perennial grass grows along the fence - celandine, my grandfather told me that in his homeland they called it - brambleberry. He brought it from the Bryansk farm with small seedlings. And now these are real thickets. He appreciated this herb even in childhood. I remember he told me how, after the war, Uncle Markych, a man of amazing fate, returned to their farm. He became a partisan as a teenager, then, together with the Soviet Army, he reached Berlin - and all without a single scratch. But partisan life and trenches were reflected on his feet. They began to hurt: from the feet to the knees covered with purulent bark. Two years after the war, he wandered around hospitals, he was treated even with antibiotics, rare at that time, but nothing helped.
One day in early summer, he crawled out onto the threshold of a hut to bask in the sun. Here he was seen by herbalist Aunt Garpin. Despite Markych’s protests, she unwound the bandages and examined her legs. Then she began to shame, saying that he was a lazy person, whom he had never seen, and could lose his legs. And the medicine grows under his nose - under the tyne.
Garpin’s aunt immediately plucked several bundles of celandine, chopped it with an ax and overlaid the sick legs of the front-line soldier with a dense mass. His legs burned with fire, but Markych suffered, gritting his teeth. Harpina changed grass twice a day. Three days later, the pain ceased, and after another two weeks a scab got off the stocking. The skin has become new, pink. The disease receded forever.
I know a lot about the wonderful properties of celandine. It successfully treats internal and external ulcers, various skin diseases.
I recall the case in Roose. My good friend surgeon lives there. How many people he saved with his golden hands - God alone knows. But, as they say, an old woman also has a breakdown. Once during earthworks, he injured his finger. Soon, the finger swollen, festering. And whatever the doctors did, no matter what medicine they used, nothing helped. Once he walked around the garden and cradled his hand, suddenly his eyes fell on the thickets of celandine.
Through gauze, he squeezed the juice and literally began to fill them with a wound. It burned unbearably, but in the evening the pain subsided. A few days later, the wound healed, and there was no trace on the finger.
In our garden community lives "aksakal" - Tikhon Stepanovich. Recently he turned 75 years old. From early spring to late autumn he worked tirelessly on his land: digging, sawing, knocking, planing. Somehow, on occasion, I began to ask him where he got his life energy from. Tikhon Stepanovich first denied, then shared that all this was due to celandine.
“And what are you doing with it?” I asked. - Knit brooms and whip in the bath?
“No,” he answered seriously, “I drink it.”
“Everything is good, it got into your mouth,” said Aunt Garpin, herbalist. And I trust her advice.
It is used for diseases of the eyes, sinusitis, gout, rheumatism, and copes with hemorrhoids. Celandine juice eliminates the polyps of the rectum and bladder. Altus relieves toothache and successfully treats periodontal disease. But consult your doctor first.