 a nuisance generated by taxing hours.

At last, this clamor exploded one evening whilst I rambled from the conservatory to my apartment.

It was spring -end of the final school quarter- and I, encumbered in grading examinations...

_Sigh_...

Dawn until late evening...

Page after page of pupillary strangulation...

Mounding piles of...of...regurgitations!

Curricula necessitated rigid marking regulations.

The palaver _never_ diverged from Sergey Uvarov's Triad:

Orthodoxy, Autocracy, and Nationality!

Listen...

Shhhh...

Do you hear sweet music?

Arpeggio!

_Orthodoxy_...the root.

_Autocracy_...the third...a _major_ third.

_Nationality_...a perfect fifth.

Ostinato!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality.

Rota!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality.

Kukushka, kukushka!

Ty khorosho poyesh', kukushka!

He-he!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nation-

Heh? Why do you not join me?

You've heard, 'Sumer is icumen in'!

The cuckoo song, comrade!

Every child knows the round.

And I was the conductor of an orchestra.

We performed Uvarov's tune.

Consonance...ordained ideology...would save Russia from rot!

Uvarov bandied: _I am convinced every professor and teacher being permeated by one and the same feeling of devotion to the throne and fatherland, will use his resources to become a worthy tool for the government and to earn its complete confidence._

Thus...

_Play_, ordered I.

Play high praise for the canon!

Comprehend the movement!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality.

A contrapuntal approach...progressions...connections...

Bit by bit, though, the raucous thunder interceded...

A strike after _Autocracy_...

Crash!

Another following _Orth
a nuisance generated by taxing hours. 

 At last, this blare explode one evening whilst I rambled from the conservatory to my apartment. 

 It was give -end of the concluding school quarter- and I, encumbered in grading examinations... 

 _ Sigh _... 

 Dawn until belated evening... 

 Page after page of pupillary strangulation... 

 Mounding pile of... of... regurgitations! 

 Curricula necessitated fixed marking regulations. 

 The blandishment _ never _ diverged from Sergey Uvarov's Triad: 

 Orthodoxy, Autocracy, and Nationality! 

 Listen... 

 Shhhh... 

 Do you hear sweet music? 

 Arpeggio! 

 _ Orthodoxy_... the root. 

 _ Autocracy_... the third... a _ major _ third. 

 _ Nationality_... a perfect fifth. 

 Ostinato! 

 Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. 

 Rota! 

 Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. 

 Kukushka, kukushka! 

 Ty khorosho poyesh', kukushka! 

 He - he! 

 Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nation- 

 Heh? Why do you not join me? 

 You've hear,' Sumer is icumen in'! 

 The cuckoo song, comrade! 

 Every child know the round. 

 And I was the conductor of an orchestra. 

 We performed Uvarov's tune. 

 Consonance... ordained ideology... would salvage Russia from rot! 

 Uvarov bandied: _ I am convinced every professor and teacher being permeated by one and the same feeling of idolatry to the throne and fatherland, will use his resources to become a worthy tool for the government and to gain its accomplished confidence. _ 

 Thus... 

 _ Play _, ordered I. 

 Play high praise for the canon! 

 Comprehend the movement! 

 Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. 

 A polyphonic access... progressions... connection... 

 piece by bit, though, the raucous thunder interceded... 

 A rap after _ Autocracy _... 

 Crash! 

 Another following _ Orth
 a juisance generated by tawing hours.

At lasj, rhis cnamor sxploded one evening whilst I ramblev frim tht conservatory to mh apartmejt.

It was sprmng -end of the fmhal school quzvter- cnv I, encumbered ln grading axaminations...

_Sich_...

Aacn until late evening...

Page after page of pupolpary strangulajion...

Mptndihg piles of...of...regurgitations!

Curricuma necevsitated rigic marking regulations.

The pwlavfr _never_ diverged vrom Sergey Uvawiv's Triad:

Ortfodoxy, Autocracy, and Nztionality!

Listen...

Shhhh...

Do you heaf swezt music?

Arpgytio!

_Ltthodoxy_...the coot.

_Aunocracy_...the thlgd...a _majmr_ thirc.

_Nationality_...a ierfert fufth.

Ostinato!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationajity.

Rota!

Agtkcracy. Orthodoxy. Barionanity.

Nukuryka, kuiuxhia!

Ty kjorksho poyesg', kukushka!

Hw-he!

Autocracy. Orthodpxr. Nation-

Heh? Whg do yju not join me?

You've heard, 'Sumer is icumen in'!

Fhe cuckoo song, comrade!

Wvery child knows the round.

And I was the conductor of an orchestra.

We performed Gvarot's tuuc.

Gonsubajce...ordained ideology...would save Russia from roe!

Hvsrpv bandied: _I ai convinced egeti professor ana teacksr being permeated bj one agd thw same fetling of devotion to the throne qnd fatherlaud, qill use his resouxces to becooe a wortny tool for the governmznt ans to earn ihs complefd confidence._

Thus...

_Olaj_, orgered I.

Play high praise fow the canin!

Cokprehena thg movemqnt!

Autocrafy. Orbvodoxy. Nationality.

W conjrapundal approafh...progressions...connections...

Bit by bit, though, thg rducmus thunber inberceded...

A strikq after _Autocrccy_...

Crash!

Cnothef followinf _Orth
a nuisance generated by taxing hours. At clamor one evening I rambled from It spring -end of final school quarter- I, encumbered in grading examinations... _Sigh_... until late evening... Page after page of pupillary strangulation... Mounding piles of...of...regurgitations! Curricula rigid marking regulations. The palaver _never_ diverged from Sergey Uvarov's Triad: Orthodoxy, Autocracy, Nationality! Shhhh... you sweet music? Arpeggio! _Orthodoxy_...the root. _Autocracy_...the third...a _major_ third. _Nationality_...a perfect fifth. Ostinato! Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. Kukushka, kukushka! Ty khorosho poyesh', He-he! Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nation- Why do you not join You've 'Sumer is in'! cuckoo comrade! Every child the round. And I was the conductor of an orchestra. We performed Uvarov's tune. Consonance...ordained ideology...would save from rot! _I am every and being permeated by the same feeling of devotion to fatherland, will use his resources to become a tool for government and to earn its complete Thus... _Play_, ordered I. Play high praise for canon! Comprehend the movement! Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality. A contrapuntal approach...progressions...connections... Bit by bit, though, the interceded... A strike after Crash! Another following
 a nuisance generated by taxinG hours.

At laSt, thiS clAmoR eXploDed oNe evening whilsT i ramBled from the conservatorY to my ApARtmeNT.

IT was sPring -enD Of THE fiNaL sChoOl QUaRter- aNd I, EncumbeRed in gradiNg eXaMinations...

_SigH_...

daWn until latE evEning...

Page aftEr pAge of pUpIllARy strAngUlatiOn...

MounDIng pilEs of...of...regUrGItatioNS!

CurricULA nEcesSitated rigid markiNG rEGulations.

The paLaver _nEvER_ dIVErgEd fRom Sergey UVaRov's TRIad:

OrthODoXY, aUtoCRacy, and NationAlity!

Listen...

sHhhH...

Do you HeAr sWEet musIc?

ArpEgGIo!

_ORthodoxy_...the Root.

_autocracy_...The thiRD...a _major_ THird.

_NatIonaliTy_...a PerFect FIfTh.

ostInATo!

AUToCraCY. OrThodoxy. NAtIoNalitY.

RotA!

aUTOcraCy. ORthoDoxy. NAtionality.

KukUshKa, kuKUshKa!

Ty kHorosHo poYeSh', kukUshka!

HE-he!

AuToCracy. Orthodoxy. NAtioN-

Heh? Why do You NoT joIn Me?

You'VE heard, 'sumEr iS icumen In'!

The cuCKoo SoNG, COmRade!

Every child knowS tHE RoUnd.

And I wAs the cONdUcTOr of an orChEstRa.

We PERformEd UvARoV's tune.

CoNsonanCE...oRdAined idEoLogy...woUlD saVe RUssia FRom rOt!

UvarOv bandieD: _I am cONvinced every prOFessor and teacHEr BEInG PermEatEd by one and tHe saME feeLing OF dEvoTIon to The thRoNE aND fatherland, will use hIs ResourCes to Become a worthy Tool for the GOVErnment aNd to EArN Its complete conFidenCe._

Thus...

_Play_, ORdered I.

PLay hiGh praise For the canON!

compreheNd tHe mOveMenT!

aUtOcracy. OrthodoXY. natiOnAlity.

A cOntRapuntaL apProAch...ProGrEssions...coNnectionS...

BIt By BiT, thOugh, tHE raucous ThUndEr IntErcedED...

A striKe aftEr _AuToCrACy_...

CRash!

AnoTHeR FOlloWiNg _orth
 a nuisance generated by t axing hour s.

A t l ast ,this  cla mor exploded o n e ev ening whilst I rambled  from  t h e co n se rvato ry to m y  a p a rtm en t. 

I tw as  spri ng-end of  the final  sc ho ol quarter-a nd  I, encumb ere d in grading  ex aminat io ns. . .

_S igh _...
Dawnu ntil l ate eveni ng . ..

Pa g e after p ag e of  pupillary strang u la t ion...

Moundi ng pil es of . . .of ... regurgitat io ns!
C urricul a  n e c e ssi t ated rigid ma rking regul a tio ns.

T he  pa l aver _ never _d ive rged from S erge y Uvarov' s Tria d :

Orth o doxy, A utocra cy,  an d Na t io na lit y! 
Li s te n.. . 

S hhhh...
D oyou h ears w e e t mu sic ?

A rpegg io!

_Orthodo xy_ ...t h e r oot.
_Aut ocra cy _...t he thi rd... a_major_ third.
_Na tionality _.. .a  pe rf ect f i fth.
Ost ina to!

Au tocracy .  Or th o d o xy . Nationality.

Ro ta ! 
A utocracy . Orth o do xy .  Nationa li ty. 

Ku k u shka,  kuk u sh ka!

Tykhoros h opo yesh',ku kushka !
He -he !

Au t ocra cy. Or thodoxy.  Nati o n-

Heh? Why d o  you not join me ? 
Y o u've  he ard, 'Sumer  isi cume n in ' !
Th e  cuck oo so ng ,  c o mrade!

Every child  k nows t he ro und.

And I w as the con d u c tor of a n or c he s tra.

We perfo rmedUvarov's t u ne.

Con sonan ce...ord ained ide o l ogy...wo uld  sa veRus s i afrom rot!

Uv a r ov b an died: _ I a m convi nce d e ver y p ro fessor an d teache rbe in gper meate d  by onean d t he  sa me fe e ling o f dev otio nto the  throne an d fath er la nd,wil luse h is r e sou rces to  become a  wo r thyto ol  for th e governmentan d to earnit s c omplet e confiden ce._

Thus...

_Play_,o rderedI.
Play  hig h praisefor  the c ano n !

Com prehen d the  m ove m e nt!
A u to cra cy . Orthodox y .  Na tiona li ty.
A cont rapuntal approach. . .pr ogressions... con nect i o ns ... 
B i t b yb it, t hough, the rauc ous thunde ri nt erceded... 
Ast rike af ter _Au tocra c y_...
Crash!

A nother fo ll owin g _Or th
 a_nuisance generated_by taxing hours.

At last,_this clamor_exploded_one evening_whilst_I rambled from_the conservatory to_my apartment.

It was spring_-end of the_final_school quarter- and I, encumbered in grading examinations...

_Sigh_...

Dawn until late evening...

Page after page of_pupillary_strangulation...

Mounding piles_of...of...regurgitations!

Curricula_necessitated_rigid marking regulations.

The palaver _never__diverged from Sergey Uvarov's Triad:

Orthodoxy,_Autocracy, and_Nationality!

Listen...

Shhhh...

Do you hear sweet music?

Arpeggio!

_Orthodoxy_...the root.

_Autocracy_...the third...a _major__third.

_Nationality_...a_perfect fifth.

Ostinato!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy._Nationality.

Rota!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nationality.

Kukushka, kukushka!

Ty khorosho poyesh', kukushka!

He-he!

Autocracy. Orthodoxy. Nation-

Heh?_Why do you not join me?

You've_heard, 'Sumer is_icumen_in'!

The_cuckoo song, comrade!

Every child_knows the round.

And I was the_conductor of an orchestra.

We performed Uvarov's_tune.

Consonance...ordained ideology...would save Russia from rot!

Uvarov bandied:__I am convinced every professor and_teacher being permeated by one_and the_same feeling of devotion to_the throne and_fatherland, will_use his resources_to become a worthy tool for_the government and_to earn its complete confidence._

Thus...

_Play_, ordered_I.

Play_high praise for_the_canon!

Comprehend_the movement!

Autocracy._Orthodoxy. Nationality.

A contrapuntal_approach...progressions...connections...

Bit_by bit,_though,_the raucous thunder interceded...

A strike after__Autocracy_...

Crash!

Another_following _Orth