

Next, Medvelov sketched the strategy: I would ride into town and entice Zupricka to my cottage. Once he stepped from the coupe, Medvelov be springing from coppice...

Bang.

On another subject, the poet said: 'Christmas is two days away, and the wedding falls less than twenty-four hours later. You're welcome to spend the holiday with me; otherwise, you must arrive early on the eighth. Preparations require comprehensive review.'

Spending Christmas alone sounds depressing, but solitary boozing was more appealing. Thus, I passed on the offer, to which Medvelov said:

'Then the eighth it is. And I expect you'll keep your vow, comrade. If I have to find you...and I will...the results won't be pleasant.'

He could've saved his breath: my fidelity was staid; I had zero intention of leaving one way or another.

The following afternoon, I rolled to V—— in Iliosovy's coupe:

Tho hamstrung by customers, Zupricka saw me lingering and acknowledged with a wave. Unwavering patience kept me rooted, but I champed to get the man alone. At last -around an hour or so before supper- the stall cleared; sneaky-like, I approached the butcher and greeted: 'You're collecting hefty brass, comrade.'

'Yea, the Great Feast fills my pockets, yet the work is backbreaking,' Zupricka reported. He nodded to the rear of the stall and said, 'I thank the stars for my apprentice, Comrade Petr. The boy wields a skilled knife.'

''Tis not the stars but the teacher,' I replied.

'Heh, listen to you! Cloying for the sake of a generous discount, eh?'

'Well...no...' I chuckled. 'Thank other business for my visit.'

Zupricka untied his filthy apron and pitched it onto a slab. 'I saw the article in the paper,' hisself said. 'It appears Comrade Nekabov put his foot down.'

'Not appears, sir.'

The meat cutter frowned and then whispered, 'Is Comrade Medvelov angry?'

'At first, sure, but he's come around. In fact
Next, Medvelov sketched the strategy: I would ride into town and entice Zupricka to my bungalow. Once he step from the coupe, Medvelov be springing from brush... 

 Bang. 

 On another subject, the poet say:' Christmas is two days away, and the marriage fall less than twenty - four hours subsequently. You're welcome to spend the holiday with me; otherwise, you must arrive early on on the eighth. Preparations require comprehensive review.' 

 spend Christmas alone sounds depressing, but solitary boozing was more appealing. therefore, I passed on the offer, to which Medvelov said: 

' Then the eighth it is. And I have a bun in the oven you'll keep your vow, comrade. If I receive to detect you... and I will... the results won't be pleasant.' 

 He could've saved his breath: my fidelity was staid; I had zero purpose of leaving one way or another. 

 The following afternoon, I rolled to V — — in Iliosovy's coupe: 

 Tho hamstrung by customers, Zupricka saw me linger and acknowledge with a wave. Unwavering patience kept me rooted, but I champed to get the man entirely. At last -around an hour or therefore before supper- the stall cleared; sneaky - like, I set about the butcher and greeted:' You're collecting brawny brass, comrade.' 

' Yea, the Great Feast fills my pocket, yet the work is backbreaking,' Zupricka reported. He nodded to the rear of the stall and said,' I thank the headliner for my apprentice, Comrade Petr. The boy wields a skilled knife.' 

" Tis not the stars but the teacher,' I answer. 

' Heh, listen to you! cloy for the sake of a generous deduction, eh?' 

' Well... no...' I chuckled.' Thank other business for my visit.' 

 Zupricka untie his filthy apron and pitched it onto a slab.' I see the article in the newspaper,' hisself said.' It appears Comrade Nekabov arrange his foot down.' 

' Not appear, sir.' 

 The meat cutter frown and then whispered,' Is Comrade Medvelov angry?' 

' At first, sure, but he's come around. In fact


Nexh, Medvelov sketched the rtrategy: I woulb ride mnto tosn and evtice Zupricka to my cottage. Obce ht stepped from the zoupe, Mednelov be wpriiging from coppirs...

Bang.

On anothsv sublert, the poet saic: 'Christmav is two days dwxy, and the wedding falls less than twqnty-fout jours later. Yoo're wtlcjme fo spend the holiday with me; othersise, yol must arrive earky on the eighth. Preparatilns gequire comprehenslve review.'

Sksndybg Christmas alone sounds depressihg, but solitary boozing was mord appzaling. Thus, I padved on the iffer, to which Medvelov sdid:

'Then the eighth it is. Ane I expect you'll keep your vow, comrade. Yf I have tk find you...and I wulo...the tesulds wub't ce kleesaht.'

He clulv've saved hjs breath: mt fidelity was staic; Y had zero intsntion os leaving one way or another.

The followitg zfternoon, I rolled to V—— in Iliosovy's coupe:

Thl hamstrugg by customers, Zupricka saw me lingering and acktowlevgdd clbh a qage. Unwavering patience kept me rooted, but I crzmked to get the mak alone. At last -arpujd wn hour or so beforz shpper- the stall clfared; sgeaky-oike, I apkroacned the butcher and greeted: 'You're collebtint hefty brass, comrcde.'

'Yea, the Gxeat Fgast folls my pockets, yet the wori is backbrfaking,' Zulficka reported. Hd npdged to the rear of the stajl and samd, 'I chank thd stsrs fow my apprejtice, Comrade Petr. The bly wiglds a skilled kjife.'

''Tis not the stars but the txecher,' I repligd.

'Hah, nisten tj you! Cloying for ehe sake of a yenerous discuunt, eh?'

'Welm...no...' I ciuckled. 'Thanh other businads for my vivit.'

Zupriska yntiwd his wklthy apron anc pitched it onto a slab. 'I saw the arbicle jn the paper,' hiwseof said. 'It appesrs Coirwdx Nekwtov put his xoot dodm.'

'Not xppears, sir.'

Bhe meay cutter frowned and theh whispered, 'Is Comtaqe Medveoov angrr?'

'At first, surr, but he's come aroknd. Ii fact
Next, Medvelov sketched the strategy: I would town entice Zupricka my cottage. Once Medvelov springing from coppice... On another subject, poet said: 'Christmas is two days and the wedding falls less than twenty-four hours later. You're welcome to spend holiday with me; otherwise, you must arrive early on the eighth. Preparations require review.' Christmas sounds but solitary boozing was more appealing. Thus, I passed on the offer, to which Medvelov said: the eighth it is. And I expect you'll your vow, comrade. If have to find you...and I results be pleasant.' could've his my fidelity was I had zero intention of leaving one way or another. The following afternoon, I rolled to V—— Iliosovy's coupe: by customers, saw lingering acknowledged with a patience kept me rooted, but I the man alone. At last -around an hour so before the stall cleared; sneaky-like, I approached butcher and greeted: 'You're collecting hefty brass, comrade.' the Great Feast fills my pockets, yet the work is backbreaking,' Zupricka reported. He nodded rear of the stall said, 'I thank stars my Comrade The boy a skilled knife.' ''Tis not the stars but the teacher,' I 'Heh, listen to you! Cloying for the sake of a eh?' I chuckled. 'Thank business for my visit.' untied filthy apron and pitched a 'I in paper,' said. 'It appears Comrade put his foot down.' 'Not sir.' The meat cutter Comrade Medvelov angry?' 'At first, sure, but he's around. In fact


Next, Medvelov sketched the stRategy: I wouLd ridE inTo tOwN and EntiCe Zupricka to my COttaGe. Once he stepped from the Coupe, meDVeloV Be SprinGing froM CoPPIce...

baNg.

on aNoTHeR subjEct, The poet Said: 'ChristMas Is Two days away, aND tHe wedding fAllS less than tweNty-Four hoUrS laTEr. You'Re wElcomE to speND the hoLiday with Me; OTherwiSE, you musT ARrIve eArly on the eighth. PrEPaRAtions require cOmprehEnSIvE REviEw.'

SPending ChrIsTmas aLOne sounDS dEPREssINg, but solitary Boozing was mORe aPpealiNg. thuS, i passeD on thE oFFer, To which MedvElov Said:

'Then tHe eighTH it is. AnD i expect You'll kEep YouR vow, COmRaDe. IF I HAve TO fInd YOu...aNd I will...tHe ReSults Won't BE PLEasaNt.'

HE couLd've sAved his breath: My fIdelITy wAs staId; I haD zerO iNtentIon of lEavinG oNe way or another.

THe foLlowing afTerNoOn, I RoLled tO v—— in IliOsoVy's Coupe:

ThO hamstrUNg bY cUSTOmErs, Zupricka saw me liNgERInG and acknOwledgED wItH A wave. UnwAvEriNg paTIEnce kEpt mE RoOted, but I ChampeD To GeT the man AlOne. At lAsT -arOunD an hoUR or sO beforE supper- tHe staLL cleared; sneaky-LIke, I approacheD ThE BUtCHer aNd gReeted: 'You're CollECtinG hefTY bRasS, ComraDe.'

'Yea, ThE grEAt Feast fills my pockeTs, Yet the Work iS backbreaking,' zupricka rePORTed. He nodDed tO ThE Rear of the stall And saId, 'I thank thE Stars for My appRentice, COmrade PetR. tHe boy wieLds A skIllEd kNIFe.'

''tis not the starS BUt thE tEacher,' I RepLied.

'Heh, LisTen To yOu! CLoYing for thE sake of a GeNeRoUs DisCount, EH?'

'Well...no...' I ChUckLeD. 'ThAnk otHEr busiNess fOr my ViSiT.'

zupRicka unTIeD HIs fiLtHy AproN anD pItcheD it oNTo a Slab. 'I saW the articLe iN The pApEr,' Hisself Said. 'It appears coMrade NekabOv Put His fooT DOwn.'

'Not apPears, sir.'

The meat cutter frOWned and TheN whisPereD, 'Is ComradE MeDvelov AngRY?'

'At firSt, sure, But he'S cOme AROund. IN FAcT


Next, Medvelov sketchedthe strate gy: I  wo uld  r ideinto  town and enti c e Zu pricka to my cottage.Oncehe step p ed  from  the co u pe , Med ve lo v b es pr ingin g f rom cop pice...

B ang .
On anothers ub ject, thepoe t said: 'Chr ist mas is  t wod ays a way , and  the w e ddingfalls les st han tw e nty-fou r ho urslater. You're wel c om e  to spend theholida yw it h me;  ot herwise, y ou  must arrivee ar l y ont he eighth. Pr eparationsr equ ire co mp reh e nsiverevie w. ' 

S pending Chr istm as alonesounds depress i ng, but  solit ary  bo ozin g  w as  mo re app e al ing .  Th us, I pa ss ed  on t he o f f e r , to  wh ichMedve lov said:

'T hen  the eig hth i t is.  And  I  expe ct you 'll k ee p your vow, com rade . If I ha veto  fi nd  you. . .and I  wi ll. ..the r esultsw on' tb e pl easant.'

He could 'v e sa ved hisbreath :  m yf idelitywa s s taid ; I had  zer o  i ntention  of le a vi ng  one wa yor ano th er. 

T he fo l lowi ng aft ernoon,I rol l ed to V—— in I l iosovy's coup e :T ho hams tru ng by custo mers ,  Zup rick a  s awm e lin gerin ga nd acknowledged with a  w ave. U nwave ring patience  kept me r o o t ed, butI ch a mp e d to get the m an al one. At la s t -aroun d anhour orso before s upper- t hesta llcle a r ed ; sneaky-like , I ap pr oachedthe  butche r a ndgre ete d:  'You'recollecti ng  h ef ty  br ass,c omrade.' 
'Ye a,  th e Gre a t Feas t fil ls m ypo c ket s, yett he w orkis  b ackb rea ki ng,'Zupr i cka  report ed. He no dde d  toth erear of  the stall an dsaid, 'I t ha nkthe st a r s for my  apprentice, Comrade Pe t r. Theboy  wiel ds a  skilledkni fe.'
''T i s notthe st ars b ut  th e teach e r ,'  Ire plied.

'H e h , l isten  t o yo u! Cloy ing for the sake o f  agenerous disc oun t, e h ? '
'W e ll . ..n o. . .'I chuckled. 'Than k other bu si n es s for my v i sit .' 

Zupri cka unt ied h i s filth y apron a nd pitche dit o n t o a  slab. 'Isaw thearticle i n  thep ap er,'his self s ai d.'It a ppears Com radeNekabo vput hi s foo tdown.'
'Not appears, sir.'

Th e meat  cutt erfrowned a ndt hen  whispere d, ' Is Comrade  Me dve lov a ngr y ?'

' At f i rs t,s ure,buth e's comea ro und . In  fact


Next, Medvelov_sketched the_strategy: I would ride_into town_and_entice Zupricka_to_my cottage. Once_he stepped from_the coupe, Medvelov be_springing from coppice...

Bang.

On_another_subject, the poet said: 'Christmas is two days away, and the wedding falls less_than_twenty-four hours_later._You're_welcome to spend the holiday_with me; otherwise, you must_arrive early_on the eighth. Preparations require comprehensive review.'

Spending Christmas_alone_sounds depressing, but_solitary boozing was more appealing. Thus, I passed on_the offer, to which Medvelov said:

'Then_the eighth it_is._And_I expect you'll keep_your vow, comrade. If I have_to find you...and I will...the results_won't be pleasant.'

He could've saved his breath:_my fidelity was staid; I had_zero intention of leaving one_way or_another.

The following afternoon, I rolled_to V—— in_Iliosovy's coupe:

Tho_hamstrung by customers,_Zupricka saw me lingering and acknowledged_with a wave._Unwavering patience kept me rooted, but_I_champed to get_the_man_alone. At_last -around an_hour_or so_before_supper- the stall cleared; sneaky-like, I_approached_the butcher and greeted: 'You're collecting hefty_brass, comrade.'

'Yea, the Great_Feast_fills my pockets, yet_the work is backbreaking,' Zupricka_reported. He nodded to the rear_of the_stall and_said, 'I thank the stars for my apprentice, Comrade Petr. The_boy wields a skilled knife.'

''Tis not_the stars but the_teacher,' I_replied.

'Heh,_listen to you!_Cloying_for the_sake of a generous discount, eh?'

'Well...no...' I_chuckled. 'Thank_other business for my visit.'

Zupricka untied_his filthy apron and_pitched_it onto a slab. 'I saw_the article in the paper,' hisself_said. 'It appears Comrade Nekabov_put_his_foot down.'

'Not appears, sir.'

The meat_cutter frowned and then whispered, 'Is_Comrade Medvelov angry?'

'At_first, sure, but he's come around. In_fact