 to gambling, do you? I think different. Tell me, what is your _real_ interest?'

I smiled to disarm trepidation and said, 'Comrade, I was here yesterday and noticed you and yours engaged in a card game. I only yearn for a spirited contest and, mayhap, intriguing conversation.'

'You'd be wise to mind your business,' he spat. 'Bother me again and I'll turn you inside-out.'

His tone shocked. Why the animosity aimed at me? What had I done? I felt resentment, but resentment at whom? I wasn't a government flunky, just a soul searching for companionship and discourse. Comprehended the agents of the Third Section: fiends -faceless entities- roaming in shadows and pouncing on perceived insubordinates. Behold the legacy of Nicholas's regime: the power to make citizens distrustful. Here, before me, stood an example of the Tsar's demeaning strategies.

What a fool I be...

A fool what watched the ruffian return to his comrades.

A fool what observed them speak amongst themselves.

At once, they rose and made for the egress...

I was a fool what frightened the group away.

There I sagged in dejection, a demeaned, pitiful sight. I craved for the world to be smashed to bits and grabbed my knapsack. Lumbering past apathetic patrons, I scaled the stairs and was consumed by bright sunshine.

Greeted by the swarming street...

Clamor...

Claustrophobia...

Stifling a shout, I pushed through the mob.

And there came a moment when the shrill whistle sounded:

_EEEEEEEEE_ -

But I ground my teeth until gnashing replaced madness.

No...

No, I would not unravel.

No tempest would sink my vessel!

Not here!

Not ever!

Foolish had I been to stop.

D—— foolish!

What I perceived...

A vast conspiracy...

To come of age in the bowels of abjuring civility!

Perhaps I knew:

A man searching for paradise is a fool.

But I wanted to drift in solitude.


to gambling, do you? I think different. Tell me, what is your _ veridical _ sake?' 

 I smiled to disarm trepidation and said,' Comrade, I was here yesterday and noticed you and yours absorb in a card game. I entirely ache for a spirited contest and, mayhap, intrigue conversation.' 

' You'd be wise to mind your clientele,' he spat.' Bother me again and I'll call on you inside - out.' 

 His tone shocked. Why the animosity aimed at me? What had I done? I felt resentment, but resentment at whom? I wasn't a politics flunky, just a soul search for companionship and discourse. grok the agents of the Third Section: monster -faceless entities- roaming in shadows and pouncing on perceived insubordinates. Behold the legacy of Nicholas's regime: the office to make citizens distrustful. Here, before me, stood an example of the Tsar's demeaning strategies. 

 What a chump I be... 

 A fool what watched the ruffian return to his comrades. 

 A fool what observed them speak amongst themselves. 

 At once, they rose and made for the emergence... 

 I was a chump what frightened the group aside. 

 There I sagged in dejection, a demeaned, pitiful view. I craved for the world to be smashed to bits and grab my knapsack. Lumbering past apathetic patrons, I scaled the stairs and was consume by bright sunshine. 

 Greeted by the swarming street... 

 Clamor... 

 Claustrophobia... 

 suffocate a shout, I advertise through the syndicate. 

 And there came a moment when the shrill pennywhistle sounded: 

 _ EEEEEEEEE _ - 

 But I ground my teeth until gnashing replaced madness. 

 No... 

 No, I would not unravel. 

 No tempest would sink my vessel! 

 Not here! 

 Not always! 

 Foolish had I been to stop. 

 D — — foolish! 

 What I perceived... 

 A vast conspiracy... 

 To arrive of age in the intestine of abjuring civility! 

 Perhaps I knew: 

 A world searching for paradise is a fool. 

 But I wanted to drift in solitude.
 to gambling, do you? I think different. Tell me, whav is yohr _real_ knterest?'

I smiled to disarm tcepieatiob and said, 'Comrade, I wxs here yvsterday qnd ioticed you and bkurs enncged jk a ccrv game. I only ygarn for a s[irited contesd xnb, mayhap, intriguing conversation.'

'You'd be wisr ho mind your bosinexf,' he spat. 'Bother me again and I'll turn you invide-out.'

His tome shocked. Why the animosihy almed at me? What haf I done? I delt eesentment, bjt resentmtnc at whom? I wasn't a government flunky, just a sobl searchint dor wompanionshmp and discourse. Comprehenged the agents of the Thmrd Wection: fiends -facelevs entities- roamind in shadmwa and pouncing on pwrceieed hnsucirdknaues. Bshold hhe legacy of Nicholas's eegime: the power to mwje citizens djstruseftl. Here, before me, stood an example of tve Fsar's demeaning strategues.

What a fool I be...

A vool what watched the ruffian return to his comrades.

A fool what ubstrycd tfwm speak amongst themselves.

At once, they rose anq msdv for the egress...

I was a fool wjay frightened tfe grobl zway.

There I sagged in dejgction, a demeantd, piyiful sight. I craved for thw world to bv smqshed to bits and yrabbed my kuapsacl. Lumnering past apathetic pctrons, I scaled tje stairs xnd was consumed by bsight sunshine.

Greeted by tre swarmiig stxeet...

Clamur...

Clsustro[hobia...

Stifping a shout, I pushed thgough tve mob.

And hhere came a moment when the shcmll whistle sputdeg:

_EEEEEEEZE_ -

But I ground my eeeth until gncshing rzplacea madness.

Nk...

No, I wmuld not unwavel.

No tempevj would sink ky vessej!

Not herw!

Not evdf!

Foolish had I been to stop.

D—— foolush!

What I perceivev...

A vxat conspiracy...

To cone of age in thr buwejs oh abjtsing civilitf!

Perfapr I kndw:

A man seavchkng gor paradise is a foml.

Buf I wanted to drify ln solituee.


to gambling, do you? I think different. what your _real_ I smiled to I here yesterday and you and yours in a card game. I only for a spirited contest and, mayhap, intriguing conversation.' 'You'd be wise to mind business,' he spat. 'Bother me again and I'll turn you inside-out.' His tone Why animosity at What had I done? I felt resentment, but resentment at whom? I wasn't a government flunky, a soul searching for companionship and discourse. Comprehended agents of the Third fiends -faceless entities- roaming in and on perceived Behold legacy Nicholas's regime: the to make citizens distrustful. Here, before me, stood an example of the Tsar's demeaning strategies. What a I be... what watched ruffian to comrades. A fool them speak amongst themselves. At once, made for the egress... I was a fool frightened the away. There I sagged in dejection, demeaned, pitiful sight. I craved for the world be smashed to bits and grabbed my knapsack. Lumbering past apathetic patrons, I scaled the was consumed by bright Greeted by the street... Claustrophobia... a I pushed the mob. And there came a moment when the shrill whistle _EEEEEEEEE_ - But I ground my teeth until gnashing replaced No, would not unravel. tempest would sink my Not Not ever! Foolish had to D—— perceived... vast To come of age the bowels of abjuring civility! I knew: A man fool. But I wanted to drift in solitude.
 to gambling, do you? I think diffErent. Tell mE, what Is yOur _ReAl_ inTereSt?'

I smiled to disARm trEpidation and said, 'ComradE, I was HeRE yesTErDay anD noticeD YoU ANd yOuRs EngAgED iN a carD gaMe. I only Yearn for a sPirItEd contest and, MAyHap, intriguIng Conversation.'

'you'D be wisE tO miND your BusIness,' He spat. 'bOther mE again and i'lL Turn yoU Inside-oUT.'

hiS tonE shocked. Why the aniMOsITy aimed at me? WhaT had I dOnE? i fELT reSenTment, but reSeNtmenT At whom? I WAsN'T A GovERnment flunky, jUst a soul seaRChiNg for cOmPanIOnship And diScOUrsE. ComprehendEd thE agents of The ThiRD SectioN: Fiends -fAcelesS enTitIes- rOAmInG in ShADowS AnD poUNciNg on percEiVeD insuBordINATEs. BeHolD the LegacY of Nicholas's rEgiMe: thE PowEr to mAke ciTizeNs DistrUstful. here, bEfOre me, stood an exaMple Of the Tsar'S deMeAniNg StratEGies.

WhAt a FooL I be...

A foOl what wATchEd THE RuFfian return to his coMrADEs.

a fool whaT obserVEd ThEM speak amOnGst ThemSELves.

AT oncE, ThEy rose anD made fOR tHe Egress...

I WaS a fool WhAt fRigHteneD The gRoup awAy.

There I SaggeD In dejection, a deMEaned, pitiful sIGhT. i CrAVed fOr tHe world to be SmasHEd to Bits ANd GraBBed my KnapsAcK. luMBering past apathetic PaTrons, I ScaleD the stairs and Was consumeD BY Bright suNshiNE.

GREeted by the swarMing sTreet...

ClamoR...

claustroPhobiA...

StiflinG a shout, I pUSHed throuGh tHe mOb.

ANd tHERe Came a moment whEN The sHrIll whisTle Sounded:

_eEEeEEeEE_ -

but i gRound my teEth until GnAsHiNg RepLaced MAdness.

No...

no, i woUlD noT unraVEl.

No teMpest WoulD sInK My vEssel!

NoT HeRE!

not eVeR!

FOoliSh hAd i been To stOP.

D—— fOolish!

WHat I perceIveD...

a vasT cOnSpiracy...

to come of age in ThE bowels of aBjUriNg civiLITy!

PerhapS I knew:

A man searching for pARadise iS a fOol.

BuT I waNted to driFt iN solitUde.


 to gambling, do you? I th ink differ ent.Tel l m e,  wha t is  your _real_ i n tere st?'

I smiled to disa rm tr ep i dati o nand s aid, 'C o mr a d e,Iwa s h er e  y ester day  and no ticed youand  y ours engaged in  a card ga me.  I only year n f or a s pi rit e d con tes t and , mayh a p, int riguing c on v ersati o n.'

'Y o u 'd  bewise to mind your bu s iness,' he spa t. 'Bo th e rm e  ag ain  and I'lltu rn yo u  inside - ou t . ' 

H i s tone shocke d. Why thea nim osityai med at me?  What  h a d I  done? I fe lt r esentment , butr esentme n t at wh om? Iwas n't  a g o ve rn men tf lun k y,  ju s t a  soul se ar ch ing f or c o m p a nion shi p an d dis course. Compr ehe nded the  agen ts of  the  T hirdSectio n: fi en ds -faceless en titi es- roami ngin  sh ad ows a n d poun cin g o n perce ived in s ubo rd i n a te s. Behold the lega cy o fNicholas 's reg i me :t he power  t o m akec i tizen s di s tr ustful.Here,b ef or e me, s to od anex amp leof th e  Tsa r's de meaningstrat e gies.

What af ool I be...
A  f o o lw hatwat ched the ru ffia n  ret urnt ohis comra des.
A fo o l what observed the mspeakamong st themselves .

At once , t hey rose  and ma d e for the egre ss... 

I was af ool what  frig htened t he groupa w ay.

The reI s agg edi n  d ejection, a d e m eane d,  pitifu l s ight. I  cr ave d f orth e world t o be sma sh ed  t obit s and grabbedmy  kn ap sac k. Lu m bering  past  apa th et i c p atrons, Is c aled  t he  sta irs  a nd wa s co n sum ed by b right sun shi n e.
Gr ee ted bythe swarmingst reet...

C la mor ...

C l a ustropho bia...

Stifling a shou t , I pus hed  thro ughthe mob.
An d ther e c a me a m omentwhenth e s h r ill w h i st leso unded:

_E E E EEE EEE_-
But  I grou nd my teeth untilg nas hing replaced  ma dnes s . 
No. . .No,  I wou l d  not unravel.
No tempest  w o ul d sink myv ess el !

Nothere!
Not e v er!

Fo olish had  I been t ostop . 
D— — foolish! 

What I  perceive d ...
A  v ast c ons piracy .. .
To co me ofa gein th e bowe ls  of ab jurin gcivility !

Perhaps I knew:

A m an sea rchin g f or paradi sei s a  fool.

B ut I  wanted to  dr ift  in s oli t ude.

 to_gambling, do_you? I think different._Tell me,_what_is your__real__interest?'

I smiled to_disarm trepidation and_said, 'Comrade, I was_here yesterday and_noticed_you and yours engaged in a card game. I only yearn for a spirited_contest_and, mayhap,_intriguing_conversation.'

'You'd_be wise to mind your_business,' he spat. 'Bother me_again and_I'll turn you inside-out.'

His tone shocked. Why the_animosity_aimed at me?_What had I done? I felt resentment, but resentment_at whom? I wasn't a government_flunky, just a_soul_searching_for companionship and discourse._Comprehended the agents of the Third_Section: fiends -faceless entities- roaming in_shadows and pouncing on perceived insubordinates. Behold_the legacy of Nicholas's regime: the_power to make citizens distrustful._Here, before_me, stood an example of_the Tsar's demeaning_strategies.

What a_fool I be...

A_fool what watched the ruffian return_to his comrades.

A_fool what observed them speak amongst_themselves.

At_once, they rose_and_made_for the_egress...

I was a_fool_what frightened_the_group away.

There I sagged in dejection,_a_demeaned, pitiful sight. I craved for the_world to be smashed_to_bits and grabbed my_knapsack. Lumbering past apathetic patrons,_I scaled the stairs and was_consumed by_bright sunshine.

Greeted_by the swarming street...

Clamor...

Claustrophobia...

Stifling a shout, I pushed through the mob.

And_there came a moment when the_shrill whistle sounded:

_EEEEEEEEE_ -

But_I ground_my_teeth until gnashing_replaced_madness.

No...

No, I_would not unravel.

No tempest would sink my_vessel!

Not here!

Not_ever!

Foolish had I been to stop.

D——_foolish!

What I perceived...

A vast_conspiracy...

To_come of age in the bowels_of abjuring civility!

Perhaps I knew:

A man_searching for paradise is a_fool.

But_I_wanted to drift in solitude.

