 Now, get back and wait your turn or I'll rip this...this thing off your head and stuff it in your mouth!'

But Medvelov didn't budge; instead, hisself resorted to pleading: 'Eh, comrade...sir...I can tell you're a reasonable man. We're here and... _ahem_...Comrade Nekabov, hand me your invitation. This reasonable man is going to let us in.'

The Major opened his trench coat -during which I saw the handle of the Tula- and dug inside the pockets.

At last, the old soldier produced the thick paper and handed it to Medvelov. The poet slapped the two behests into the sullen bouncer's palm and said: 'May we proceed, sir?'

Hisself grunted and squinted at the print; wooden like, he recited: 'Medvelov and...and Nekabov.'

Thereafter, the fellow holding the list made two marks and said: 'Let them in.'

'Move, you and you,' the mestnaya growled.

I watched Medvelov nudge ahead of The Major and assent to inspection: the poet's coat was removed and examined while busy hands probed his body...

The guard jabbed me in the chest and demanded: 'Request.'

Beaming with contrived overconfidence, I slapped said object into his paw.

'Tschoschy,' the guard read.

Expecting a throng of armed sycophants to tackle me, I tensed and balled fists.

But nothing happened; like before, the scribe made a mark and authorized my admittance.

Meantime, the mestnaya finished frisking Medvelov...

And beckoned The Major.

Hastening forward, I reached into my pocket, jerked out a white kerchief...

Waving the rag, I yelled: 'Sir! Sir!'

Medvelov spotted my rapid approach; he smiled, slid around the group...

And stuck out his leg.

I went airborne and struck The Major in the back; hisself yelped, spun 'round, and skidded into the foyer by the seat of his pants. I also clipped a guard and sent him crashing into a stanchion.

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Now, get back and wait your turn or I'll rend this... this matter off your headway and stuff it in your mouthpiece!' 

 But Medvelov didn't stir; instead, hisself resorted to pleading:' Eh, companion... sir... I can tell you're a reasonable serviceman. We're here and... _ ahem_... Comrade Nekabov, hand me your invitation. This reasonable world is going to let us in.' 

 The Major open his trench coat -during which I saw the handle of the Tula- and dug inside the pockets. 

 At last, the old soldier produced the slurred paper and handed it to Medvelov. The poet slapped the two behest into the sullen bouncer's palm and say:' May we go, sir?' 

 Hisself grunted and squint at the print; wooden like, he recited:' Medvelov and... and Nekabov.' 

 Thereafter, the fellow contain the list made two marks and said:' Let them in.' 

' act, you and you,' the mestnaya grumble. 

 I watched Medvelov nudge ahead of The Major and assent to inspection: the poet's coat was removed and examined while busy hands probed his soundbox... 

 The precaution jabbed me in the chest and demand:' Request.' 

 beam with contrived overconfidence, I slapped said object into his paw. 

' Tschoschy,' the guard understand. 

 Expecting a throng of armed sycophants to tackle me, I tensed and balled fists. 

 But nothing happen; like before, the scribe made a mark and authorized my admittance. 

 meanwhile, the mestnaya complete frisking Medvelov... 

 And beckoned The Major. 

 Hastening forward, I reached into my pocket, jerked out a white kerchief... 

 roll the rag, I yelled:' Sir! Sir!' 

 Medvelov spotted my rapid approach; he smile, slid around the group... 

 And cling out his leg. 

 I went airborne and strike The Major in the back; hisself yelped, spun' orotund, and skidded into the foyer by the buttocks of his pants. I also clipped a guard and sent him barge in into a stanchion. 

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 Noa, get back and wait your turn or I'll rik rhis...thms thinf off yojr head and stuff it in your miuth!'

Byt Medvelov didn't budgd; instead, hisself resieted to plxzding: 'Em, comdwde...snr...M can tell you'rg a reasonabne man. We're hese aud... _ahem_...Comrade Nekabov, hand me your ynvitatooj. This reasonafle kwn ia going to let us in.'

The Major opensd his urench coat -during which I saw the handle of the Tula- and dug insife the pockgfs.

Ae last, the ola soldier krmduced the thick paper and handed it to Mddvelpv. The poej alwkped the two behefts into the sullen touncer'x palm and saic: 'Mey ww proceed, sir?'

Hisself jrunted and squinted at the psiut; wooden like, he recutwd: 'Megvelmv ave...ana Ntkauov.'

Fhereavtec, the fellos holding tye list made two matkf and said: 'Let them yn.'

'Iove, you and you,' the mestnaya growled.

I fatdhed Medvelov nudge aheqd of The Major and adsent to ynspection: the poet's coat was removed and examineg whimd bbwy haves probed his body...

The guard jabbed me in the chqat akd demanded: 'Requcst.'

Beaming with comtgifgd overconfidevce, I slalped said object ijto his paw.

'Twchoschy,' uhe giard read.

Expecting a throng of armed sybophqnts to tackle me, N tensed and balked fosts.

But nothing happeneb; like before, the scribe mzae a mark and aughogizeg my admittance.

Meantime, thq mestnaye finnshed frkskimg Meddelov...

And bfckoncg The Major.

Hastenijg fotward, H reached lnto my pocket, jerked out a whivx kerchief...

Wavonc tve rag, I yellcd: 'Sir! Sir!'

Medvejov spotted my rapid cpproazh; he smilvd, slid acound the grjup...

And stuck mot his leg.

I wxnt airbowne qnd wtruck Gfe Major in thr back; hisself yelpwd, spun 'round, and xkiased into the fovtr vy the seat of nis pagtd. M alsj clipped a ggard ana sent him crashikg knto a stanchion.

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Now, get back and wait your turn rip thing off head and stuff Medvelov budge; instead, hisself to pleading: 'Eh, can tell you're a reasonable man. here and... _ahem_...Comrade Nekabov, hand me your invitation. This reasonable man is going let us in.' The Major opened his trench coat -during which I saw handle the and inside the pockets. At last, the old soldier produced the thick paper and handed it to The poet slapped the two behests into the bouncer's palm and said: we proceed, sir?' Hisself grunted squinted the print; like, recited: and...and Nekabov.' Thereafter, fellow holding the list made two marks and said: 'Let them in.' 'Move, you and you,' the growled. I nudge ahead The and to inspection: the was removed and examined while busy body... The guard jabbed me in the chest demanded: 'Request.' with contrived overconfidence, I slapped said into his paw. 'Tschoschy,' the guard read. Expecting throng of armed sycophants to tackle me, I tensed and balled fists. But nothing happened; the scribe made a and authorized my Meantime, mestnaya frisking And beckoned Major. Hastening forward, I reached into my pocket, jerked out a kerchief... Waving the rag, I yelled: 'Sir! Sir!' Medvelov spotted approach; smiled, slid around group... And stuck out leg. went airborne and struck in back; 'round, skidded the foyer by the of his pants. I also a guard and sent My
 Now, get back and wait your turn Or I'll rip thIs...thiS thIng OfF youR heaD and stuff it in yOUr moUth!'

But Medvelov didn't budGe; insTeAD, hisSElF resoRted to pLEaDINg: 'EH, cOmRadE...sIR...I Can teLl yOu're a reAsonable maN. We'Re Here and... _ahem_...COMrAde Nekabov, HanD me your invitAtiOn. This ReAsoNAble mAn iS goinG to let US in.'

The major openEd HIs trenCH coat -duRINg WhicH I saw the handle of tHE TULa- and dug inside The pocKeTS.

AT LAst, The Old soldier PrOduceD The thicK PaPER And HAnded it to MedvElov. The poet SLapPed the TwO beHEsts inTo the SuLLen Bouncer's palM and Said: 'May we ProceeD, Sir?'

HissELf gruntEd and sQuiNteD at tHE pRiNt; wOoDEn lIKe, He rECitEd: 'MedvelOv AnD...and NEkabOV.'

tHEreaFteR, the FelloW holding the liSt mAde tWO maRks anD said: 'let tHeM in.'

'MoVe, you aNd you,' ThE mestnaya growleD.

I waTched MedvEloV nUdgE aHead oF the MajOr aNd aSsent to InspectIOn: tHe POET's Coat was removed and eXaMINeD while buSy handS PrObED his body...

thE guArd jABBed me In thE ChEst and deManded: 'rEqUeSt.'

BeamiNg With coNtRivEd oVercoNFideNce, I slApped saiD objeCT into his paw.

'TscHOschy,' the guard REaD.

eXpECtinG a tHrong of armeD sycOPhanTs to TAcKle ME, I tenSed anD bALlED fists.

But nothing hapPeNed; likE befoRe, the scribe maDe a mark and AUTHorized mY admITtANce.

Meantime, the MestnAya finisheD Frisking medveLov...

And beCkoned The mAJor.

HasteNinG foRwaRd, I REAcHed into my pockET, JerkEd Out a whiTe kErchief...

wavIng The Rag, i yElled: 'Sir! SIr!'

MedvelOv SpOtTeD my Rapid APproach; hE sMilEd, SliD arouND the grOup...

AnD stuCk OuT His Leg.

I wenT AiRBOrne AnD sTrucK ThE MAjor iN the BAck; Hisself Yelped, spuN 'roUNd, anD sKiDded intO the foyer by thE sEat of his paNtS. I aLso cliPPEd a guard And sent him crashing into a STanchioN.

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 Now, get back and wait yo ur turn or  I'll  ri p t hi s... this  thing off you r  hea d and stuff it in your  mout h! ' 

Bu t  M edvel ov didn ' tb u dge ;in ste ad ,  h issel f r esorted  to pleadi ng:  ' Eh, comrade. . .s ir...I can  te ll you're area sonabl eman .  We'r e h ere a nd..._ ahem_. ..Comrade  N e kabov, hand me y ou r in vitation. This re a so n able man is go ing to  l e tu s  in .'
The Major  o pened his tre n ch c o at- during whichI saw the h a ndl e of t he  Tu l a- and  dugin s ide  the pocket s.
At last,the ol d  soldie r  produc ed the  th ick  pap e ran d h an d edi ttoM edv elov. Th epo et sl appe d t h e tw o b ehes ts in to the sullen  bo unce r 'spalmand s aid:  ' May w e proc eed,si r?'

Hisself gr unte d and squ int ed  at  t he pr i nt; wo ode n l ike, he  recite d : ' Me d v e lo v and...and Nekabo v. ' 
T hereafte r, the fe ll o w holdin gthe  lis t madetwom ar ks and s aid: ' L et  t hem in. '
'Move ,you  an d you , ' th e mest naya gro wled. 
I watched Med v elov nudge ah e ad o fT he M ajo r and assen t to insp ecti o n:  th e  poet 's co at wa s  removed and examin ed  while  busy  hands probed  his body. . . 
The gua rd j a bb e d me in the ch est a nd demande d : 'Reque st.'
Beaming  with con t r ived ove rco nfi den ce, I  s lapped said o b j ectin to hispaw .

'Tsc hos chy ,'the  g uard read .

Expec ti ng  a  t hro ng of armed sy co pha nt s t o tac k le me,  I te nsed  a nd bal led fis t s. Butno th inghap pe ned;like bef ore, th e scribemad e  a m ar kand aut horized my ad mi ttance.

M ea nti me, th e mestnaya  finished frisking Medv e lov...
An d bec kone d The Maj or. 

Hast eni n g forw ard, I  reac he d i n t o myp o ck et,  j erked outa whi te ke rc hief ...

Wa ving the rag, I ye l led : 'Sir! Sir!' 

M edve l o vspo t te d  my  r a pid a pproach; he smi led, slidar o un d the grou p ... 
And stu ck outhis l e g.

I w ent airbo rne and s tr uckT h e M ajor in th e back;hisself y e lped, sp un 'r oun d, and  s kid ded i nto th e  fo yer b y these at ofhis p an ts. I al so clipped a guard andsent h im cr ash ing intoa s t anc hion.

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 Now,_get back_and wait your turn_or I'll_rip_this...this thing_off_your head and_stuff it in_your mouth!'

But Medvelov didn't_budge; instead, hisself_resorted_to pleading: 'Eh, comrade...sir...I can tell you're a reasonable man. We're here and... _ahem_...Comrade_Nekabov,_hand me_your_invitation._This reasonable man is going_to let us in.'

The Major_opened his_trench coat -during which I saw the handle_of_the Tula- and_dug inside the pockets.

At last, the old soldier produced_the thick paper and handed it_to Medvelov. The_poet_slapped_the two behests into_the sullen bouncer's palm and said:_'May we proceed, sir?'

Hisself grunted and_squinted at the print; wooden like, he_recited: 'Medvelov and...and Nekabov.'

Thereafter, the fellow_holding the list made two_marks and_said: 'Let them in.'

'Move, you_and you,' the_mestnaya growled.

I_watched Medvelov nudge_ahead of The Major and assent_to inspection: the_poet's coat was removed and examined_while_busy hands probed_his_body...

The_guard jabbed_me in the_chest_and demanded:_'Request.'

Beaming_with contrived overconfidence, I slapped said_object_into his paw.

'Tschoschy,' the guard read.

Expecting a_throng of armed sycophants_to_tackle me, I tensed_and balled fists.

But nothing happened;_like before, the scribe made a_mark and_authorized my_admittance.

Meantime, the mestnaya finished frisking Medvelov...

And beckoned The Major.

Hastening forward, I_reached into my pocket, jerked out_a white kerchief...

Waving the_rag, I_yelled:_'Sir! Sir!'

Medvelov spotted_my_rapid approach;_he smiled, slid around the group...

And stuck_out his_leg.

I went airborne and struck The_Major in the back;_hisself_yelped, spun 'round, and skidded into_the foyer by the seat of_his pants. I also clipped_a_guard_and sent him crashing into_a stanchion.

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