 domestic politics. When conversation coiled around the newest revolution in France, The Major regaled with accounts of battle against Napoleon's Grand Armee during the summer and winter of 1812. He was a splendid storyteller and painted the gut-wrenching clashes across the ether. Behold The Major, hero of the Great Patriotic War! Behold this gallant warrior who shared a place alongside Voronstov, Kutuzov and the brave masses who challenged the colossal French military!

'The Empire lacks an army of character now,' alleged The Major. 'Nicholas is nothing like his uncle! Russia is destined to regress if men of leadership do not step forward. Mark my words, comrades: We are slipping into an abyss!'

'A thousand agreements,' Iliosovy said. 'Refinement is absent from today's society!'

'Was there ever refinement?' Medvelov asked. 'Yes, I know the gilded tower doesn't allow a view of the commoner-'

'I taught history,' Iliosovy interrupted. 'I'm acquainted with the struggles. But when squalor permeates, one must take soapy water to the stain.'

To which Medvelov replied, 'I agree, comrade. _Wash clean, make pristine_. A laudable philosophical mantra, is it not?'

'Hear, hear!' The Major bellowed.

What refreshing emotion! Our dialogue knew no bounds! Hark, even Iliosovy loosened his tongue!

The wind and snow decreased before nine; by midnight, the accumulation registered as powdery and knee-deep, but a manageable burden for the warm, rested horses.

Nekabov was the first to tender farewells:

'Despite the start, I had a delightful time. Comrade Medvelov, I expect to see you within a fortnight to finalize our contact. To the rest, until we meet again, I bid good evening.'

'Comrade, I was thinking...' Medvelov said as he checked a pocket watch. 'You know, why should I travel all the way to V—— to scribble my name on a few pages?'

'All the way?' Nekabov snorted. 'V—— is but a half-hour from here on a bad day!'

Medvelov tucked the watch away and then said,
domestic politics. When conversation coiled around the newest revolution in France, The Major regaled with account of struggle against Napoleon's Grand Armee during the summer and winter of 1812. He was a splendid storyteller and painted the catgut - wrenching clashes across the quintessence. Behold The Major, hero of the Great Patriotic War! Behold this gallant warrior who shared a topographic point alongside Voronstov, Kutuzov and the brave masses who challenge the colossal French military! 

' The Empire lacks an army of quality nowadays,' alleged The Major.' Nicholas is nothing like his uncle! Russia is destined to regress if men of leadership do not step forth. Mark my words, comrades: We are slipping into an abyss!' 

' A thousand agreements,' Iliosovy read.' Refinement is absent from today's society!' 

' Was there ever refinement?' Medvelov asked.' Yes, I acknowledge the gilded tower doesn't allow a view of the commoner-' 

' I taught history,' Iliosovy interrupt.' I'm acquainted with the struggles. But when squalor permeates, one must take soapy water to the stain.' 

 To which Medvelov replied,' I agree, comrade. _ Wash clean, make pristine _. A laudable philosophical mantra, is it not?' 

' Hear, hear!' The Major bellowed. 

 What bracing emotion! Our dialogue knew no boundary! Hark, even Iliosovy relax his tongue! 

 The wind and snow decreased before nine; by midnight, the accumulation registered as powdery and knee - cryptic, but a manageable burden for the warm, rested horses. 

 Nekabov was the first to tender farewell: 

' Despite the start, I had a delightful time. Comrade Medvelov, I expect to go steady you within a fortnight to finalize our liaison. To the remainder, until we meet again, I bid good evening.' 

' Comrade, I was thinking...' Medvelov say as he checked a pocket watch.' You acknowledge, why should I travel all the way to V — — to scribble my name on a few pages?' 

' All the way?' Nekabov take a hit.' V — — is but a half - hour from here on a regretful day!' 

 Medvelov tucked the watch away and then said,
 dolestic politics. When conyersation coiled around the nswest rexolution in France, The Major rwgalee with accounts of batgle againdt Napolwon's Trand Armex during the shlmer end winter of 1812. Me was a spnendid storytenldr and painted the gut-wrenching clashqs acroxs the ether. Behjld Uhe Majkg, mero of the Great Patriotic War! Gehold uhis gallant warripr who shared a place alonhsidf Voronstov, Kutuzog and the btzve nasses who cfallenged uhz colossal Rrench military!

'The Empire lacks an axmy of charqcrer tow,' alleged The Iajor. 'Nicholas is nodhing loke his uncle! Vussie is destined to regress mf men of leadership do not sde' forward. Mark my wores, comrddes: We xee rlikpiig jnto aj auyss!'

'A thousznd agreemebts,' Iliosovy said. 'Rtfigvkent is abseht froi eoday's society!'

'Was there ever refinement?' Mesvelov asked. 'Yes, I know the gilded tower doedn't allow a view of the commoner-'

'I taught history,' Iliosovy hntercuoteb. 'I'm azwuwinted with the struggles. But when squalor pewjestvs, one must take foapy water tl yre stain.'

To whkch Mebbemov replied, 'I agref, comraqe. _Wawh clean, iake pristine_. A laudable philosiphical mantga, iw it not?'

'Hear, hear!' Che Major beulowgd.

What refreshing emotion! Our diamogue knew jo bounds! Fark, even Iliosoxy komsened his tongue!

The wind wnd snow vecrecsed befure mine; br midnight, the accumulation registfred cs pofdery and nnee-deep, but a manageable burdei for the wark, sesned horsef.

Nekanov was the firft to tender fcrewells:

'Bespitd the starn, I had a delightful time. Comrade Ledvelov, I eepect to fee tou qithin x fortnight to ginalize our contacr. To the rest, untik wg jeet again, I bib tood evening.'

'Comtadd, I wws trhnking...' Medvenov raia as hd checktb a oockrt watch. 'You know, whf shkuld I travel all yhc way to C—— to scrybble my name on a few pages?'

'All the xay?' Neyabov snjrted. 'V—— is but a half-hour from here on w bwd day!'

Medveljv tmckeq the watck away and then said,
domestic politics. When conversation coiled around the in The Major with accounts of during summer and winter 1812. He was splendid storyteller and painted the gut-wrenching across the ether. Behold The Major, hero of the Great Patriotic War! Behold gallant warrior who shared a place alongside Voronstov, Kutuzov and the brave masses challenged colossal military! Empire lacks an army of character now,' alleged The Major. 'Nicholas is nothing like his uncle! is destined to regress if men of leadership not step forward. Mark words, comrades: We are slipping an 'A thousand Iliosovy 'Refinement absent from today's 'Was there ever refinement?' Medvelov asked. 'Yes, I know the gilded tower doesn't allow a view of commoner-' 'I Iliosovy interrupted. acquainted the But when squalor must take soapy water to the Medvelov replied, 'I agree, comrade. _Wash clean, make A laudable mantra, is it not?' 'Hear, hear!' Major bellowed. What refreshing emotion! Our dialogue knew bounds! Hark, even Iliosovy loosened his tongue! The wind and snow decreased before nine; by accumulation registered as powdery knee-deep, but a burden the rested Nekabov was first to tender farewells: 'Despite the start, I had a delightful Comrade Medvelov, I expect to see you within a fortnight our To the rest, we meet again, I good 'Comrade, I was thinking...' as checked 'You why I travel all the to V—— to scribble my on a few pages?' 'V—— is but a half-hour from here on bad day!' Medvelov tucked the watch away then said,
 domestic politics. When conveRsation coiLed arOunD thE nEwesT revOlution in FrancE, the MAjor regaled with accountS of baTtLE agaINsT NapoLeon's GrANd aRMee DuRiNg tHe SUmMer anD wiNter of 1812. HE was a splenDid StOryteller and PAiNted the gut-WreNching clasheS acRoss thE eTheR. beholD ThE MajoR, hero oF The GreAt PatriotIc wAr! BehoLD this gaLLAnT warRior who shared a plaCE aLOngside VoronstOv, KutuZoV AnD THe bRavE masses who ChAllenGEd the coLOsSAL freNCh military!

'The empire lacks AN arMy of chArActER now,' alLeged thE majOr. 'Nicholas iS notHing like hIs unclE! russia iS DestineD to regResS if Men oF LeAdErsHiP Do nOT sTep FOrwArd. Mark mY wOrDs, comRadeS: wE ARe slIppIng iNto an Abyss!'

'A thousanD agReemENts,' iliosOvy saId. 'ReFiNemenT is absEnt frOm Today's society!'

'WaS theRe ever refIneMeNt?' MEdVelov ASked. 'YeS, I kNow The gildEd tower DOesN't ALLOw A view of the commoner-'

'i tAUGhT history,' iliosoVY iNtERrupted. 'I'M aCquAintED With tHe stRUgGles. But wHen squALoR pErmeateS, oNe must TaKe sOapY wateR To thE stain.'

to which MEdvelOV replied, 'I agree, COmrade. _Wash cleAN, mAKE pRIstiNe_. A Laudable phiLosoPHicaL manTRa, Is iT Not?'

'HeAr, heaR!' THE MAJor bellowed.

What refrEsHing emOtion! our dialogue knEw no bounds! hARK, even IliOsovY LoOSened his tongue!

the wiNd and snow dECreased bEfore Nine; by miDnight, the ACCumulatiOn rEgiSteRed AS PoWdery and knee-dEEP, but A mAnageabLe bUrden foR thE waRm, rEstEd Horses.

NekAbov was tHe FiRsT tO teNder fARewells:

'DEsPitE tHe sTart, I HAd a delIghtfUl tiMe. coMRadE MedvelOV, I EXPect To SeE you WitHiN a forTnigHT to FinalizE our contaCt. TO The rEsT, uNtil we mEet again, I bid gOoD evening.'

'CoMrAde, i was thINKing...' MedvElov said as he checked a pocKEt watch. 'you Know, wHy shOuld I travEl aLl the wAy tO v—— to scrIbble mY name On A feW PAges?'

'ALL ThE waY?' NEkabov snorTED. 'V—— iS but a HaLf-hoUr from hEre on a bad day!'

MedvelOV tuCked the watch aWay And tHEN sAid,
 domestic politics. When c onversatio n coi led  ar ou nd t he n ewest revoluti o n in  France, The Major reg aledwi t h ac c ou nts o f battl e  a g a ins tNa pol eo n 's  Gran d A rmee du ring the s umm er  and wintero f1812. He w asa splendid s tor ytelle rand paint edthe g ut-wre n chingclashes a cr o ss the ether.B e ho ld T he Major, hero of th e  Great Patriot ic War !B eh o l d t his  gallant w ar riorw ho shar e da p lac e  alongside Vo ronstov, Ku t uzo v andth e b r ave ma sseswh o  ch allenged th e co lossal Fr ench m i litary! 
'The E mpirelac ksan a r my  o f c ha r act e rnow , ' a lleged T he  M ajor.  'Ni c h o l as i s n othi ng li ke his uncle!  Ru ssia isdesti ned t o re gr ess i f menof le ad ership do not s tepforward.Mar kmywo rds,c omrade s:Weare sli pping i n toan a b ys s!'

'A thousand a gr e e me nts,' Il iosovy sa id .  'Refine me ntis a b s ent f romt od ay's soc iety!' 
' Wa s there  e ver re fi nem ent ?' Me d velo v aske d. 'Yes,  I kn o w the gilded t o wer doesn't a l lo w av iewofthe commone r-''I t augh t  h ist o ry,'Ilios ov y  i n terrupted. 'I'm acq ua intedwiththe struggles . But when s q ualor pe rmea t es ,  one must take  soap y water to the stai n.'
To which  Medvelov r eplied,'Iagr ee,  co m r ad e. _Wash clea n ,  mak epristin e_.  A laud abl e p hil oso ph ical mant ra, is i tno t? '
'H ear,h ear!' Th eMaj or  be llowe d .

Wha t ref resh in ge mot ion! Ou r  d i a logu ekn ew n o b ou nds!Hark ,  ev en Ilio sovy loos ene d  his  t on gue!

T he wind and s no w decrease dbef ore ni n e ; by mid night, the accumulation registe red  as p owde ry and kn ee- deep,but a mana geable  burd en  fo r the w a r m,  re st ed horses. Nek abovwa s th e first  to tender farewel l s:
'Despite the  st art, I  h ada  d e lig ht f ult i me. Comrade Med velov, I e xp e ct  to see yo u  wi th in a fo rtnight  to f i nalizeour conta ct. To th erest , unt il we meet  again,I bid goo d  even i ng .'

' Com rade,Iwas  thin king.. . ' M edvel ov sai das hecheck ed  a pocke t watch. 'You know, why  shoul d I t rav el all th e w a y t o V—— toscri bble my na meona few  pa g es?'
'Al l  t hew ay?'Neka b ov snorte d .'V— — is  but a half - h o urfromher e  on abadday!'

Medvelov t u cked the watch  awa y and  th e n sa id ,
 domestic_politics. When_conversation coiled around the_newest revolution_in_France, The_Major_regaled with accounts_of battle against_Napoleon's Grand Armee during_the summer and_winter_of 1812. He was a splendid storyteller and painted the gut-wrenching clashes across the_ether._Behold The_Major,_hero_of the Great Patriotic War!_Behold this gallant warrior who_shared a_place alongside Voronstov, Kutuzov and the brave masses_who_challenged the colossal_French military!

'The Empire lacks an army of character now,'_alleged The Major. 'Nicholas is nothing_like his uncle!_Russia_is_destined to regress if_men of leadership do not step_forward. Mark my words, comrades: We_are slipping into an abyss!'

'A thousand agreements,'_Iliosovy said. 'Refinement is absent from_today's society!'

'Was there ever refinement?'_Medvelov asked._'Yes, I know the gilded_tower doesn't allow_a view_of the commoner-'

'I_taught history,' Iliosovy interrupted. 'I'm acquainted_with the struggles._But when squalor permeates, one must_take_soapy water to_the_stain.'

To_which Medvelov_replied, 'I agree,_comrade.__Wash clean,_make_pristine_. A laudable philosophical mantra, is_it_not?'

'Hear, hear!' The Major bellowed.

What refreshing emotion!_Our dialogue knew no_bounds!_Hark, even Iliosovy loosened_his tongue!

The wind and snow_decreased before nine; by midnight, the_accumulation registered_as powdery_and knee-deep, but a manageable burden for the warm, rested horses.

Nekabov_was the first to tender farewells:

'Despite_the start, I had_a delightful_time._Comrade Medvelov, I_expect_to see_you within a fortnight to finalize our_contact. To_the rest, until we meet again,_I bid good evening.'

'Comrade,_I_was thinking...' Medvelov said as he_checked a pocket watch. 'You know,_why should I travel all_the_way_to V—— to scribble my_name on a few pages?'

'All the_way?' Nekabov snorted._'V—— is but a half-hour from here_on_a bad day!'

Medvelov tucked the watch_away_and then said,