 Haggard Poet

Exhaustion slapped faces whilst a stench of anxiety wafted from our damp linen.

I pushed the curtain aside and stared out the window:

Sunrise spread a bloody stain atop a fresh blanket of snow.

From across the room, Iliosovy called: 'What do you behold?'

'Naught but the rosy finger,' I answered in a jaded tone.

'S—— in my mouth, the fretting,' Medvelov chided. 'I can't take another moment in this cottage. Let's take leave until next week.'

Nekabov raised his hands and said: 'Oh, no! I'm not rubbing elbows with _him_ anymore. In fact, I recommend we maintain a healthy distance from each other.'

'Shush, you,' Medvelov scolded. 'How can we maintain a _healthy distance_ when we have business together? Moreover, our comrade author is another of your partners. Will you avoid him?'

Nekabov thumped his hat and answered: 'I...I suppose we'll...we'll...look, if nothing else, we shouldn't meet _here_.'

'And I say we should,' Medvelov replied.

'I stand with Comrade Nekabov,' Iliosovy said.

The scowling poet mussed his hair with a shaky hand and barked: 'We shan't alter routine!'

'Who are you to give orders?' asked Iliosovy.

'Think, man,' Medvelov said as he tapped his temple.'_If_ we're being watched, then we must present a calm demeaner and remain loyal to nominal affairs. And _if_ the authorities pester, we argue Vladimir _often_ vomits ridiculous tales. Who can discern the ramblings of a disorientated old man?'

'Medvelov, lest you forget, you're certain to face harsh scrutiny,' Nekabov said.

'We'll _all_ face harsh scrutiny,' Iliosovy bristled.

'He recited poesy to His Excellency,' reasoned the editor. 'Who here can say they've been closer to the man?'

'I'll deal with what's tossed my way,' Medvelov said. 'After all, what am I but a
Haggard Poet 

 Exhaustion slapped faces whilst a stench of anxiety wafted from our damp linen. 

 I advertise the curtain apart and stared out the window: 

 Sunrise spread a bally stain atop a fresh blanket of snow. 

 From across the room, Iliosovy call:' What do you behold?' 

' Naught but the rosy finger,' I answer in a jaded tone. 

'S — — in my mouth, the fret,' Medvelov chided.' I can't take another consequence in this bungalow. Let's take farewell until next workweek.' 

 Nekabov raise his hands and said:' Oh, no! I'm not rubbing elbow with _ him _ anymore. In fact, I recommend we maintain a goodly distance from each other.' 

' Shush, you,' Medvelov grouch.' How can we maintain a _ goodly distance _ when we have business together? Moreover, our brother author is another of your partners. Will you avoid him?' 

 Nekabov thumped his hat and answered:' I... I presuppose we'll... we'll... look, if nothing else, we shouldn't meet _ here _.' 

' And I say we should,' Medvelov replied. 

' I stand with Comrade Nekabov,' Iliosovy said. 

 The scowling poet mussed his hair with a shaky hired hand and barked:' We shan't alter everyday!' 

' Who are you to contribute club?' asked Iliosovy. 

' Think, valet,' Medvelov said as he tapped his temple.'_If _ we're being watched, then we must portray a calm demeaner and remain loyal to nominal affairs. And _ if _ the authorities pester, we argue Vladimir _ much _ vomits ridiculous tales. Who can discern the ramblings of a disorientated previous man?' 

' Medvelov, lest you forget, you're sealed to front harsh scrutiny,' Nekabov said. 

' We'll _ all _ face coarse scrutiny,' Iliosovy bristled. 

' He recited poesy to His Excellency,' reasoned the editor.' Who here can say they've been closer to the man?' 

' I'll distribute with what's tossed my means,' Medvelov said.' After wholly, what am I but a
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Exhaustion slakped faces whilst a stenrh of ahxiety wxfted from our damp linen.

I pnshee the curtain aside and stafed out tje windoq:

Suncise spread a bloody stalu atol a fxewh blanket of xnow.

From awross the room, Iuilsovy called: 'What do you behold?'

'Naugrt but yhf rosy finger,' Y anxreres in a jaded tone.

'S—— in my mouth, the frettiig,' Medvelov chiced. 'I can't take another molent in this cottage. Lft's take leqve tbtil next wedk.'

Nekabov gcised his hznds and said: 'Oh, no! I'm not rubbkng ekbows with _hum_ wtymore. In fect, I gecommend we maintain a healyhy distance fvom eech ither.'

'Shush, you,' Medvelmv scolded. 'How can we maintdiu a _healthy distance_ qhwn we hava buruners uogxthsr? Morfovxr, our comrzde author us another of your karebers. Will you avoid hym?'

Nekabov thumped his hat and answered: 'P...I shppose we'll...we'll...look, if bothing else, we shoulfn't meet _rere_.'

'And I say we should,' Medvelov replied.

'I stand whth Ckorabc Vwkwbov,' Iliosovy said.

The scowling poet mussed hif hsig with a shaky hakd and barked: 'We snaj't wlter routine!'

'Dho arz yku to give orders?' wsked Ijiosocy.

'Think, mwn,' Mrdvelov said as he tapped hus temple.'_If_ ce'rw being watched, thzn we must pxesent a cakm demeaner and remain uoyam to nominap affairs. Xnd _if_ the authofitpes [ester, wt argue Vladimir _osten_ vomivs ribiculous talgs. Who san discerj the ramblings of a dislrienjated mld man?'

'Medgelov, lest you forget, you're cervein to face hsrvh vcrutiny,' Nekanov said.

'We'll _alj_ face harsh serutiny,' Nliosoxy bristles.

'He recmted poesy tj His Excelletfy,' reasoned vhe editow. 'Whi heee can rxy they've been closer to the man?'

'I'ol deal with what's toraed my way,' Medvzuiv said. 'After akl, dhae wm I tut a
Haggard Poet Exhaustion slapped faces whilst a anxiety from our linen. I pushed out window: Sunrise spread bloody stain atop fresh blanket of snow. From across room, Iliosovy called: 'What do you behold?' 'Naught but the rosy finger,' I in a jaded tone. 'S—— in my mouth, the fretting,' Medvelov chided. 'I take moment this Let's take leave until next week.' Nekabov raised his hands and said: 'Oh, no! I'm not elbows with _him_ anymore. In fact, I recommend maintain a healthy distance each other.' 'Shush, you,' Medvelov 'How we maintain _healthy when have business together? our comrade author is another of your partners. Will you avoid him?' Nekabov thumped his hat and 'I...I suppose nothing else, shouldn't _here_.' I say we replied. 'I stand with Comrade Nekabov,' scowling poet mussed his hair with a shaky and barked: shan't alter routine!' 'Who are you give orders?' asked Iliosovy. 'Think, man,' Medvelov said he tapped his temple.'_If_ we're being watched, then we must present a calm demeaner and to nominal affairs. And the authorities pester, argue _often_ ridiculous Who can the ramblings of a disorientated old man?' 'Medvelov, lest you forget, certain to face harsh scrutiny,' Nekabov said. 'We'll _all_ face Iliosovy 'He recited poesy His Excellency,' reasoned the 'Who can say they've been the 'I'll tossed way,' said. 'After all, what I but a
 Haggard Poet

Exhaustion slapPed faces whIlst a SteNch Of AnxiEty wAfted from our daMP linEn.

I pushed the curtain asiDe and StARed oUT tHe winDow:

SunrISe SPReaD a BlOodY sTAiN atop A frEsh blanKet of snow.

FRom AcRoss the room, ILIoSovy called: 'whaT do you behold?'

'nauGht but ThE roSY fingEr,' I AnsweRed in a JAded toNe.

'S—— in my moUtH, The freTTing,' MedVELoV chiDed. 'I can't take anothER mOMent in this cottAge. Let'S tAKe LEAve UntIl next week.'

neKabov RAised hiS HaNDS And SAid: 'Oh, no! I'm not rUbbing elbowS WitH _him_ anYmOre. iN fact, I RecomMeND we Maintain a heAlthY distance From eaCH other.'

'SHUsh, you,' MEdveloV scOldEd. 'HoW CaN wE maInTAin A _HeAltHY diStance_ whEn We Have bUsinESS TOgetHer? moreOver, oUr comrade authOr iS anoTHer Of youR partNers. wiLl you Avoid hIm?'

NekAbOv thumped his hat And aNswered: 'I...I SupPoSe wE'lL...we'll...LOok, if nOthIng Else, we sHouldn't MEet _HeRE_.'

'aNd i say we should,' MedvelOv REPlIed.

'I stanD with COMrAdE nekabov,' ILiOsoVy saID.

the scOwliNG pOet musseD his haIR wItH a shaky HaNd and bArKed: 'we sHan't aLTer rOutine!'

'who are yoU to giVE orders?' asked IlIOsovy.

'Think, man,' mEdVELoV Said As hE tapped his tEmplE.'_if_ we'Re beINg WatCHed, thEn we mUsT PrESent a calm demeaner anD rEmain lOyal tO nominal affaiRs. And _if_ the AUTHorities PestER, wE Argue Vladimir _oFten_ vOmits ridicULous taleS. Who cAn discerN the ramblINGs of a disOriEntAteD olD MAn?'

'medvelov, lest yOU ForgEt, You're ceRtaIn to facE haRsh ScrUtiNy,' nekabov saId.

'We'll _alL_ fAcE hArSh sCrutiNY,' IliosovY bRisTlEd.

'HE reciTEd poesY to HiS ExcElLeNCy,' rEasoned THe EDItor. 'whO hEre cAn sAy They'vE beeN CloSer to thE man?'

'I'll deAl wITh whAt'S tOssed my Way,' Medvelov saId. 'after all, whAt Am I But a
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Exhaustionslapped fa ces w hil stasten ch o f anxiety waft e d fr om our damp linen.

Ipushe dt he c u rt ain a side an d  s t a red  o ut  th ew in dow:
Su nrise s pread a bl ood ystain atop a fr esh blanke t o f snow.

Fro m a crossth e r o om, I lio sovycalled :  'What  do you b eh o ld?'
' Naughtb u ttherosy finger,' I a n sw e red in a jaded  tone. 
' S— — inmymouth, the  f retti n g,' Med v el o v chi d ed. 'I can'ttake anothe r  mo ment i nthi s  cotta ge. L et ' s t ake leave u ntil  next wee k.'

N e kabov r a ised hi s hand s a ndsaid :  ' Oh , n o! I'm no t r u bbi ng elbow swi th _h im_a n y m ore.  In  fac t, Irecommend wemai ntai n  ahealt hy di stan ce  from  eachother .' 

'Shush, you,'  Med velov sco lde d.  'H ow  canw e main tai n a  _healt hy dist a nce _w h e nwe have business t og e t he r? Moreo ver, o u rco m rade aut ho r i s an o t her o f yo u rpartners . Will yo uavoid h im ?'

Ne ka bov  th umped hishat an d answer ed: ' I ...I suppose w e 'll...we'll.. . lo o k ,i f no thi ng else, we  sho u ldn' t me e t_he r e_.'
'And  I sa y  we should,' Medvel ov  repli ed.
'I stand with  Comrade N e k a bov,' Il ioso v ys aid.

The scow lingpoet musse d  his hai r wit h a shak y hand an d barked:'We  sh an' t a l t er  routine!'

' W h o ar eyou togiv e order s?'  as ked  Il io sovy.

'T hink, ma n, 'Me dv elo v sai d  as he t ap ped  h istempl e .'_If_  we'r e be in gw atc hed, th e nw e  mus tpr esen t a  c alm d emea n erand rem ain loyal  to nomi na laffairs . And _if_ th eauthoritie spes ter, w e argue Vl adimir _often_ vomits r i diculou s t ales.  Who  can disc ern  the r amb l ings o f a di sorie nt ate d old m a n ?' 

' Me dvelov, le s t  yo u for ge t, y ou're c ertain to face har s h s crutiny,' Nek abo v sa i d .
'W e 'l l  _a ll _  fa c e  harsh scrutiny ,' Iliosov yb ri stled.

'H e  re ci ted poe sy to H is Ex c ellency ,' reason ed the ed it or.' W hohere can s ay they' ve been c l osert othe m an? '

'I' ll  de al wi th wha t 'stosse d my w ay ,' Med velov  s aid. 'Af ter all, what am I buta
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Exhaustion slapped_faces whilst a stench_of anxiety_wafted_from our_damp_linen.

I pushed the_curtain aside and_stared out the window:

Sunrise_spread a bloody_stain_atop a fresh blanket of snow.

From across the room, Iliosovy called: 'What do you_behold?'

'Naught_but the_rosy_finger,'_I answered in a jaded_tone.

'S—— in my mouth, the_fretting,' Medvelov_chided. 'I can't take another moment in this_cottage._Let's take leave_until next week.'

Nekabov raised his hands and said: 'Oh,_no! I'm not rubbing elbows with__him_ anymore. In_fact,_I_recommend we maintain a_healthy distance from each other.'

'Shush, you,'_Medvelov scolded. 'How can we maintain_a _healthy distance_ when we have business_together? Moreover, our comrade author is_another of your partners. Will_you avoid_him?'

Nekabov thumped his hat and_answered: 'I...I suppose_we'll...we'll...look, if_nothing else, we_shouldn't meet _here_.'

'And I say we_should,' Medvelov replied.

'I_stand with Comrade Nekabov,' Iliosovy said.

The_scowling_poet mussed his_hair_with_a shaky_hand and barked:_'We_shan't alter_routine!'

'Who_are you to give orders?' asked_Iliosovy.

'Think,_man,' Medvelov said as he tapped his_temple.'_If_ we're being watched,_then_we must present a_calm demeaner and remain loyal_to nominal affairs. And _if_ the_authorities pester,_we argue_Vladimir _often_ vomits ridiculous tales. Who can discern the ramblings of_a disorientated old man?'

'Medvelov, lest you_forget, you're certain to_face harsh_scrutiny,'_Nekabov said.

'We'll _all__face_harsh scrutiny,'_Iliosovy bristled.

'He recited poesy to His Excellency,'_reasoned the_editor. 'Who here can say they've_been closer to the_man?'

'I'll_deal with what's tossed my way,'_Medvelov said. 'After all, what am_I but a