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'Relax, old man,' Medvelov said. 'Over the last few days, our comrade author has honed the art of distraction.'

The Major didn't appear mollified: he patted his chest every couple seconds until I was confident he'd let unload his diminutive arsenal into anyone wearing a gray uniform. The sluggish movement of the partygoers didn't help...

I side-eyed Medvelov; he side-eyed The Major; The Major stared dagger at the grand entry.

_So much for certainty,_ I thought.

An impatient fellow in front of us fussed to the woman beside him, 'Believe you me, I'm giving those idiots working security a thorough tongue lashing.'

Quick like, Medvelov grabbed The Major's arm and barked, 'Indeed, sir! Indeed! Curses to this outrage!' Pushing through jumbled limps and salty comments, the poet continued: 'Step aside, people! I'm Ivan Medvelov and this is the editor Nekabov! We have pressing business inside! Step aside! Step aside! We mustn't be made to wait! Step aside!'

Somehow, the hectic charge worked. With me several steps in pursuit, we wormed our way to the head as people parted.

Of course, at the front, a staid guard blocked Medvelov's path. Placing a hand on the poet's chest, he rumbled: 'Halt, you! Explain the meaning of your belligerent behavior!'

Medvelov slapped the hand away and exclaimed: 'Listen, you, I am Ivan Ivonovich Medvelov! I've been summoned by His Excellency to read before the ceremony! I must get inside and prepare. And this, sir, is the great editor Nekabov,' he said as he wound an arm around The Major's shoulder. 'My comrade is also frustrated by the injudicious delay. Comrade Nekabov, tell this puppet what you told me.'

The Major snapped: 'You can be _certain_ the _incomprehensible_ dearth of organization _will_ be reported in my paper _tomorrow_!'

'I don't care who you are, and I don't care about your stories!' the guard barked. 'The paper doesn't make me accountable to my superior.
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' Relax, old man,' Medvelov said.' Over the final few sidereal day, our comrade writer has perfect the art of distraction.' 

 The Major didn't look mollified: he patted his chest every couple second gear until I was confident he'd let drop his diminutive arsenal into anyone wearing a gray uniform. The dull movement of the partygoers didn't help... 

 I side - eyed Medvelov; he side - eye The Major; The Major stared dagger at the grand entry. 

 _ then much for certainty, _ I thought. 

 An impatient boyfriend in front of us fuss to the woman beside him,' Believe you me, I'm giving those idiots working security system a thorough tongue lashing.' 

 Quick like, Medvelov grabbed The Major's arm and barked,' Indeed, sir! Indeed! curse to this outrage!' Pushing through jumbled limps and salty comments, the poet continued:' Step aside, people! I'm Ivan Medvelov and this is the editor program Nekabov! We have crusade business at heart! mistreat aside! Step aside! We mustn't be cook to wait! Step aside!' 

 Somehow, the hectic accusation worked. With me several steps in pursuit, we wormed our means to the head as people parted. 

 Of course, at the presence, a staid precaution blocked Medvelov's path. Placing a hand on the poet's chest, he rumble:' Halt, you! Explain the meaning of your belligerent demeanor!' 

 Medvelov slapped the handwriting away and exclaimed:' heed, you, I am Ivan Ivonovich Medvelov! I've been summoned by His Excellency to read before the ceremony! I must get inside and prepare. And this, sir, is the bang-up editor Nekabov,' he say as he wound an weapon around The Major's shoulder.' My comrade is besides frustrated by the injudicious delay. Comrade Nekabov, tell this puppet what you order me.' 

 The Major snapped:' You can be _ sealed _ the _ incomprehensible _ dearth of organization _ will _ be reported in my paper _ tomorrow _!' 

' I don't manage who you are, and I don't care about your stories!' the guard barked.' The paper doesn't stool me accountable to my superior.
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'Relwx, old man,' Medvelov said. 'Over the last yww dayv, our domrade xuthor has honed the art of visteactiin.'

The Major didn't appexr mollifped: he parted yis chest xbery com'le ssgonds nntil I was connident he'd net unload his dkmnnutive arsenal into anyone wearing w gray inlform. The slugdish iovejvnu of the partygoers didn't help...

I sjde-eyed Medvelov; he xide-eyed The Major; The Majlr shared dagger at thf grand enttg.

_So nuch for cergainty,_ I thought.

An impztient fellow in front of us fursed co the womab veslge him, 'Belixve yol me, I'm givinn those idiots working securlty a thirough tongue lashing.'

Xuick like, Medvelod grabbed Tke Major's arm and barjee, 'Indged, shr! Iveeea! Chrxea to tjis outrage!' Phshing throygh jumbled limps amd walty commenta, the [oqt continued: 'Step aside, people! I'm Ivan Kedbelov and this is the eeitor Nekabov! We have pressing business inside! Step aside! Step aside! We mustn't te mave to wwkr! Dtep aside!'

Somehow, the hectic charge worked. Wieg ke several steps in pursuit, wf ejrmed our way to thz hsad as people partfd.

Of coorse, ar the frogt, a staid guard blocked Medveliv's path. Plabing a hand on the poec's chest, he xumblec: 'Haly, you! Explain the meaniug of gour belligfrent behzxior!'

Medvelov slaopec dhe hand away and exclaimeq: 'Listen, bou, I am Ivav Ivpnovicr Medvelov! I've naen summoned by Hid Excgllencf to read hefore the ceremony! I must get miside and prekara. Atd this, fir, ix the great eqitor Nekabov,' ke said cs he dound an agm around The Major's shoulder. 'My wlmrade is alvo frustwatee by the ingjdicious delay. Comrade Utkabov, telo this puppet what yoo fold me.'

The Majox wnapped: 'You can be _cewtwii_ the _hncomprehenshble_ dextth ow organizatlon _wilk_ be reported in my [aped _tomorrow_!'

'I don't csrc who you are, and I don't care sbout your stories!' the juard uarked. 'Thg paper doesn't make me accountagle to my suierior.
. 'Relax, old man,' Medvelov said. 'Over few our comrade has honed the didn't mollified: he patted chest every couple until I was confident he'd let his diminutive arsenal into anyone wearing a gray uniform. The sluggish movement of partygoers didn't help... I side-eyed Medvelov; he side-eyed The Major; The Major stared at grand _So for certainty,_ I thought. An impatient fellow in front of us fussed to the woman beside 'Believe you me, I'm giving those idiots working a thorough tongue lashing.' like, Medvelov grabbed The Major's and 'Indeed, sir! Curses this Pushing through jumbled and salty comments, the poet continued: 'Step aside, people! I'm Ivan Medvelov and this is the editor We have inside! Step Step We be made to aside!' Somehow, the hectic charge worked. steps in pursuit, we wormed our way to head as parted. Of course, at the front, staid guard blocked Medvelov's path. Placing a hand the poet's chest, he rumbled: 'Halt, you! Explain the meaning of your belligerent behavior!' Medvelov hand away and exclaimed: you, I am Ivonovich I've summoned His Excellency read before the ceremony! I must get inside and prepare. And sir, is the great editor Nekabov,' he said as he arm The Major's shoulder. comrade is also frustrated the delay. Comrade Nekabov, tell what told snapped: can _certain_ the _incomprehensible_ dearth organization _will_ be reported in paper _tomorrow_!' 'I don't I don't care about your stories!' the guard 'The paper doesn't make me accountable to superior.
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'Relax, old man,' Medvelov said. 'OvEr the last fEw dayS, ouR coMrAde aUthoR has honed the arT Of diStraction.'

The Major didn't AppeaR mOLlifIEd: He patTed his cHEsT EVerY cOuPle SeCOnDs untIl I Was confIdent he'd leT unLoAd his diminutIVe Arsenal intO anYone wearing a GraY unifoRm. the SLuggiSh mOvemeNt of thE PartygOers didn't HeLP...

I side-EYed MedvELOv; He siDe-eyed The Major; The mAjOR stared dagger aT the grAnD EnTRY.

_So MucH for certaiNtY,_ I thoUGht.

An imPAtIENT feLLow in front of uS fussed to thE WomAn besiDe Him, 'bElieve You me, i'm GIviNg those idioTs woRking secuRity a tHOrough tONgue lasHing.'

QuIck LikE, MedVElOv GraBbED ThE maJor'S Arm And barkeD, 'INdEed, siR! IndEED! cUrseS to This OutraGe!' Pushing throUgh JumbLEd lImps aNd salTy coMmEnts, tHe poet ContiNuEd: 'Step aside, peopLe! I'm ivan MedveLov AnD thIs Is the EDitor NEkaBov! we have pRessing BUsiNeSS INsIde! Step aside! Step asIdE! wE mUstn't be mAde to wAIt! stEP aside!'

SoMeHow, The hECTic chArge WOrKed. With mE severAL sTePs in purSuIt, we woRmEd oUr wAy to tHE heaD as peoPle parteD.

Of coURse, at the front, a STaid guard blocKEd mEDvELov's PatH. Placing a haNd on THe poEt's cHEsT, he RUmbleD: 'Halt, YoU! exPLain the meaning of youR bElligeRent bEhavior!'

MedvelOv slapped tHE HAnd away aNd exCLaIMed: 'Listen, you, I aM Ivan ivonovich MEDvelov! I'vE been Summoned By His ExceLLEncy to reAd bEfoRe tHe cEREmOny! I must get inSIDe anD pRepare. ANd tHis, sir, iS thE grEat EdiToR Nekabov,' hE said as hE wOuNd An Arm ArounD the Major'S sHouLdEr. 'MY comrADe is alSo fruStraTeD bY The InjudicIOuS DElay. coMrAde NEkaBoV, tell This PUppEt what yOu told me.'

THe MAJor sNaPpEd: 'You caN be _certain_ the _InComprehensIbLe_ dEarth oF ORganizatIon _will_ be reported in my paPEr _tomorRow_!'

'i don't Care Who you are, And i don't cAre ABout yoUr storIes!' thE gUarD BArked. 'tHE pApeR dOesn't make mE ACcoUntabLe To my SuperioR.
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'Relax, old man,' Medve lov said.'Over  th e l as t fe w da ys, our comrad e  aut hor has honed the artof di st r acti o n. '

Th e Major di d n 'tap pe armo l li fied:  he  patted  his chest  ev er y couple sec o nd s until Iwas  confident h e'd  let u nl oad his d imi nutiv e arse n al int o anyonewe a ring a gray un i f or m. T he sluggish movem e nt of the partygo ers di dn ' th e lp. ..
I side-ey ed  Medv e lov; he si d e - eye d  The Major; T he Major st a red  dagge ratt he gra nd en tr y .
_So much fo r ce rtainty,_  I tho u ght.

A n  impati ent fe llo w i n fr o nt  o f u sf uss e dtot hewoman be si de  him,  'Be l i e v e yo u m e, I 'm gi ving those id iot s wo r kin g sec urity  a t ho rough  tongu e las hi ng.'

Quick lik e, M edvelov g rab be d T he  Majo r 's arm  an d b arked,'Indeed ,  si r! I n de ed! Curses to this  o u t ra ge!' Pus hing t h ro ug h  jumbled  l imp s an d salty  com m en ts, thepoet c o nt in ued: 'S te p asid e,  pe opl e! I' m  Iva n Medv elov and  this is the editorN ekabov! We ha v ep r es s ingbus iness insid e! S t ep a side !  S tep aside ! Wemu s tn ' t be made to wait!St ep asi de!'
Somehow, the  hectic ch a r g e worked . Wi t hm e several step s inpursuit, w e  wormedour w ay to th e head as p eople pa rte d.
Of  co u r se , at the fron t ,  a s ta id guar d b lockedMed vel ov' s p at h. Placin g a hand  o nth epoe t's c h est, heru mbl ed : ' Halt, you! E xplai n th eme a nin g of yo u rb e llig er en t be hav io r!'
Medv e lov  slappe d the han d a w ay a nd  e xclaime d: 'Listen, y ou , I am Iva nIvo novich M edvelov!  I've been summoned byH is Exce lle ncy t o re ad before  th e cere mon y ! I mu st get  insi de  an d prepa r e .And  t his, sir,i s  th e gre at  edi tor Nek abov,' he said ash e w ound an arm a rou nd T h e  M ajo r 's sho ul d er. ' My comrade is a lso frustr at e dby the inj u dic io us dela y. Comr ade N e kabov,tell this  puppet w ha t yo u tol d me.'

Th e Majorsnapped:' You c a nbe _c ert ain_ t he  _i ncomp rehens i ble _ dea rth of  o rganiz ation  _ will_ be  reported in my paper _ tomorr ow_!' 

' I don't c are who  you are,  and  I don't c are  ab out y our stori es!' th e g u ard b arke d . 'The pa p er  do e s n' t make me a c c o unt abletom y supe rior .
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'Relax, old_man,' Medvelov_said. 'Over the last_few days,_our_comrade author_has_honed the art_of distraction.'

The Major_didn't appear mollified: he_patted his chest_every_couple seconds until I was confident he'd let unload his diminutive arsenal into anyone_wearing_a gray_uniform._The_sluggish movement of the partygoers_didn't help...

I side-eyed Medvelov; he_side-eyed The_Major; The Major stared dagger at the grand_entry.

_So_much for certainty,__I thought.

An impatient fellow in front of us fussed_to the woman beside him, 'Believe_you me, I'm_giving_those_idiots working security a_thorough tongue lashing.'

Quick like, Medvelov grabbed_The Major's arm and barked, 'Indeed,_sir! Indeed! Curses to this outrage!' Pushing_through jumbled limps and salty comments,_the poet continued: 'Step aside,_people! I'm_Ivan Medvelov and this is_the editor Nekabov!_We have_pressing business inside!_Step aside! Step aside! We mustn't_be made to_wait! Step aside!'

Somehow, the hectic charge_worked._With me several_steps_in_pursuit, we_wormed our way_to_the head_as_people parted.

Of course, at the front,_a_staid guard blocked Medvelov's path. Placing a_hand on the poet's_chest,_he rumbled: 'Halt, you!_Explain the meaning of your_belligerent behavior!'

Medvelov slapped the hand away_and exclaimed:_'Listen, you,_I am Ivan Ivonovich Medvelov! I've been summoned by His Excellency_to read before the ceremony! I_must get inside and_prepare. And_this,_sir, is the_great_editor Nekabov,'_he said as he wound an arm_around The_Major's shoulder. 'My comrade is also_frustrated by the injudicious_delay._Comrade Nekabov, tell this puppet what_you told me.'

The Major snapped: 'You_can be _certain_ the _incomprehensible__dearth_of_organization _will_ be reported in_my paper _tomorrow_!'

'I don't care who_you are, and_I don't care about your stories!' the_guard_barked. 'The paper doesn't make me_accountable_to my superior.