
I would come to the same conclusion hours later; until then...until everything went to bags...I had no desire to speak of fate and whatnot. Nay, I wanted a private atmosphere to chew the poet's ear.

Pleasant-like, I shooed Zupricka from my cottage and then summoned Medvelov to the table. He took a seat next to me, ran a hand down his face and then rasped, 'I need to moisten my throat.'

Handing him the bottle, I said, 'Tell me you haven't acted on your petition.'

'Which be?'

'Your pistol? The Major's demise? Need I continue?'

'Drunken chatter,' Medvelov claimed as he confiscated the booze. 'I'm stressed like Iliosovy...like Nekabov...like you, no doubt. Oh, to have the temperate disposition of Comrade Zupricka. A gentleman unperturbed by circumstance is either a simpleton or a sage.' He chased the statement with a long pull which had the effect of restoring color to his pale countenance. After a contended sigh, hisself whispered: 'Maintaining a stoic demeanor amidst rancor is a dreadful weight. Therefore, I must unbraid...'

Fixating eyes on the pronate Iliosovy, Medvelov tucked a hand inside his coat and produced an envelope. Waggling said packet, the poet implored: 'Your discretion is a necessity.'

Tho I swore fidelity, Medvelov nibbled his bottom lip; the display of consternation spiked my curiosity until I couldn't help but snap fingers.

He placed the unsealed mystery on the table; I leaned forward, blinked eyes...

Despite the dim, sputtering candlelight, a given and patronymic name -stitched in gold script across velvety stationary- shined:

Vladimir Ivanovich

'Handle with nimble fingers,' cautioned Medvelov.

I shook out a small card and scrutinized these gilded words, which I committed to memory:

Your Well Born,

His Excellency requests your presence at Gregorski Mount for the union of Petyor Vyskilovich and the daughter of Fyodor Fydorovich Bykal on 8 January, 1900 hours, the year 1848, with a
I would come to the same conclusion hours subsequently; until then... until everything sound to bags... I had no desire to speak of destiny and whatnot. Nay, I wanted a secret air to chew the poet's ear. 

 Pleasant - like, I shoo off Zupricka from my bungalow and then summoned Medvelov to the table. He film a seat next to me, run a hand down his face and then rasped,' I necessitate to moisten my throat.' 

 Handing him the bottle, I said,' distinguish me you haven't acted on your petition.' 

' Which be?' 

' Your pistol? The Major's demise? Need I proceed?' 

' Drunken chatter,' Medvelov claimed as he confiscated the booze.' I'm try like Iliosovy... like Nekabov... like you, no doubt. Oh, to have the temperate disposition of Comrade Zupricka. A gentleman unperturbed by circumstance is either a simpleton or a sage.' He chased the statement with a long pull which had the effect of restoring color to his pale countenance. After a contended sigh, hisself whispered:' Maintaining a stoic demeanor amidst resentment is a awful weight. consequently, I must unbraid...' 

 fixate eye on the pronate Iliosovy, Medvelov tucked a hand inside his coat and produced an envelope. Waggling said packet, the poet implored:' Your delicacy is a necessity.' 

 Tho I swore fidelity, Medvelov nibbled his bottom lip; the display of consternation spiked my curiosity until I couldn't serve but snap fingers. 

 He placed the unsealed mystery on the table; I lean forth, blinked eyes... 

 Despite the dim, sputtering candlelight, a given and patronymic name -stitched in gold script across velvety stationary- shined: 

 Vladimir Ivanovich 

' cover with nimble fingers,' cautioned Medvelov. 

 I judder out a little card and scrutinized these gild words, which I committed to memory: 

 Your Well Born, 

 His Excellency requests your presence at Gregorski Mount for the union of Petyor Vyskilovich and the daughter of Fyodor Fydorovich Bykal on 8 January, 1900 hour, the year 1848, with a

I wluld come to the same cokclusion hours lcrer; unvil theh...until exerything went to bags...I had io dwsire to speak of fate and dhatnot. Nwy, I wanred e private atmospisre to gkew tgc poec's ear.

Pleasant-lile, I shooeg Zupricka frok oy cottage and then summoned Medvelov to the twble. He took a seau nqxt fo me, ran a hand down his face and then resped, 'I need to moisten my throat.'

Handing jim hhe bottle, I said, 'Hell me you havqb't acted on hour petitpmn.'

'Which be?'

'Iour pistol? The Major's demise? Nedd I eontinue?'

'Drubkwn fvatter,' Medvxlov cjaimed as he confiscdted thr booze. 'I'm strcssed lije Iliosovy...like Nekabmv...like you, no doubj. Oh, to haee the temperate diwpisitimn ox Cooeadd Zhpcicia. A gfntmeman unpedturbed by xircumstance is eitnew a simpleton kr a swgq.' He chased the statement with a long plll shich had the effect of restoring color to hls pale cjuntenance. After a contended sigh, hisself whisperad: 'Mamngaiulkg a wtlic demeanor amidst rancor is a dreadful weigrf. Uhegefore, I must unbvaid...'

Fixating eyes pn tng pronate Iliorovy, Mzsvslov tucked a hand inside his xoat and kroduved an envelope. Waggling saud packet, thv powt implored: 'Your dnscretion is a ngcessiyy.'

Tho I swore fidelity, Oedvslov nibblef his botfum lip; the displxy pf consternation spiked my ctriosity nntil I coulan't nelp btt snap fijgers.

Ma placed the unseaped mistery on the tahle; I leaned forward, blinked eyxx...

Despite the dhm, vputteriug canclelight, a giden and patronimic name -stitzhed in gomd scri't across vejvety stationdty- shined:

Vladmmir Ivanjvicy

'Hanele witf nimble fingerx,' cautionvd Medcelov.

I shook out a smxml card and scrbuinuzed these gildrd dorqs, wiich Y committed tm meoorh:

Uour Dell Born,

Hiw Excrllency requests yous prssence at Gregorsko Iount fot the unijn of Petyor Fyskilovich and tht daugiter oh Fyodpr Sydorovich Bykal on 8 January, 1900 gours, the yewr 1848, with a
I would come to the same conclusion until everything went bags...I had no and Nay, I wanted private atmosphere to the poet's ear. Pleasant-like, I shooed from my cottage and then summoned Medvelov to the table. He took a next to me, ran a hand down his face and then rasped, 'I to my Handing the bottle, I said, 'Tell me you haven't acted on your petition.' 'Which be?' 'Your pistol? Major's demise? Need I continue?' 'Drunken chatter,' Medvelov as he confiscated the 'I'm stressed like Iliosovy...like Nekabov...like no Oh, to the disposition Comrade Zupricka. A unperturbed by circumstance is either a simpleton or a sage.' He chased the statement with a long which had of restoring to pale After a contended whispered: 'Maintaining a stoic demeanor amidst dreadful weight. Therefore, I must unbraid...' Fixating eyes the pronate Medvelov tucked a hand inside his and produced an envelope. Waggling said packet, the implored: 'Your discretion is a necessity.' Tho I swore fidelity, Medvelov nibbled his bottom lip; of consternation spiked my until I couldn't but fingers. placed unsealed mystery the table; I leaned forward, blinked eyes... Despite the dim, sputtering a given and patronymic name -stitched in gold script across shined: Ivanovich 'Handle with fingers,' cautioned Medvelov. I out small card and scrutinized words, I Your Born, Excellency requests your presence Gregorski Mount for the union Petyor Vyskilovich and the on 8 January, 1900 hours, the year 1848, a

I would come to the same concluSion hours lAter; uNtiL thEn...UntiL eveRything went to bAGs...I hAd no desire to speak of fatE and wHaTNot. NAY, I WanteD a privaTE aTMOspHeRe To cHeW ThE poet'S eaR.

PleasaNt-like, I shoOed zuPricka from my COtTage and theN suMmoned MedvelOv tO the taBlE. He TOok a sEat Next tO me, ran A Hand doWn his face AnD Then raSPed, 'I neeD TO mOistEn my throat.'

Handing HIm THe bottle, I said, 'TEll me yOu HAvEN'T acTed On your petiTiOn.'

'WhiCH be?'

'Your PIsTOL? the mAjor's demise? NeEd I continue?'

'dRunKen chaTtEr,' MEDvelov ClaimEd AS he Confiscated The bOoze. 'I'm strEssed lIKe IliosOVy...like NEkabov...LikE yoU, no dOUbT. OH, to HaVE thE TeMpeRAte DispositIoN oF ComrAde ZUPRICka. A GenTlemAn unpErturbed by cirCumStanCE is EitheR a simPletOn Or a saGe.' He chAsed tHe Statement with a lOng pUll which hAd tHe EffEcT of reSToring ColOr tO his palE counteNAncE. AFTER a Contended sigh, hisseLf WHIsPered: 'MaiNtainiNG a StOIc demeanOr AmiDst rANCor is A dreADfUl weight. therefORe, i mUst unbrAiD...'

FixatInG eyEs oN the pROnatE IliosOvy, MedveLov tuCKed a hand inside HIs coat and prodUCeD AN eNVeloPe. WAggling said PackET, the Poet IMpLorED: 'Your DiscrEtIOn IS a necessity.'

Tho I sworE fIdelitY, MedvElov nibbled hiS bottom lip; THE Display oF conSTeRNation spiked my CurioSity until I COuldn't heLp but Snap fingErs.

He placED The unseaLed MysTerY on THE tAble; I leaned foRWArd, bLiNked eyeS...

DeSpite thE diM, spUttEriNg CandleligHt, a given AnD pAtRoNymIc namE -Stitched In GolD sCriPt acrOSs velvEty stAtioNaRy- SHinEd:

VladiMIr iVAnovIcH

'HAndlE wiTh NimblE finGErs,' CautionEd MedveloV.

I sHOok oUt A sMall carD and scrutinizEd These gildeD wOrdS, which i COmmitted To memory:

Your Well Born,

His eXcellenCy rEquesTs yoUr presencE at gregorSki mOunt foR the unIon of peTyoR vYskilOVIcH anD tHe daughter OF fyoDor FyDoRoviCh Bykal On 8 January, 1900 hours, the yEAr 1848, wIth a

I would come to the sameconclusion  hour s l ate r;  unt il t hen...until ev e ryth ing went to bags...I h ad no  d e sire to  spea k of fa t ea n d w ha tn ot.  N a y,  I wa nte d a pri vate atmos phe re  to chew the po et's ear.
Pl easant-like,  Ishooed  Z upr i cka f rom  my c ottage and th en summon ed Medvel o v to th e ta ble.  He took a seat n e xt to me, ran a h and do wn hi s fac e a nd then ra sp ed, ' I  need t o  m o i s ten my throat.'
Handing him the  bottl e,  Is aid, ' Tellme you  haven't ac tedon your p etitio n .'

'Wh i ch be?' 

'You r p ist ol?T he  M ajo r' s  de m is e?N eed  I conti nu e? '

'D runk e n c hatt er, ' Me dvelo v claimed asheconf i sca ted t he bo oze.  ' I'm s tresse d lik eIliosovy...like  Nek abov...li keyo u,no  doub t . Oh,tohav e the t emperat e  di sp o s i ti on of Comrade Zupr ic k a .A gentle man un p er tu r bed by c ir cum stan c e  is e ithe r  a  simplet on ora  s ag e.' Hech ased t he  st ate mentw itha long  pull wh ich h a d the effect o f  restoring co l or t oh is p ale  countenanc e. A f tera co n te nde d  sigh , his se l fw hispered: 'Maintain in g a st oic d emeanor amids t rancor i s a  dreadfu l we i gh t . Therefore, I  must  unbraid.. . '

Fixat ing e yes on t he pronat e Iliosovy , M edv elo v t u c ke d a hand insi d e  his  c oat and  pr oducedanenv elo pe.  W aggling s aid pack et ,th epoe t imp l ored: 'Y ou r d is cre tioni s a ne cessi ty.' 
Th o  Iswore f i de l i ty,Me dv elov  ni bb led h is b o tto m lip;the displ ayo f co ns te rnation  spiked my cu ri osity unti lI c ouldn' t help but  snap fingers.

He plac e d the u nse aledmyst ery on th e t able;I l e aned f orward , bli nk ede y es... De spi te  the dim,s p utt ering  c andl elight,  a given and patro n ymi c name -stitc hed  ing o ld  sc r ip t  ac ro s s v e l vety stationary - shined:
V l ad imir Ivano v ich 
'Handle  with n imble fingers ,' cautio ned Medve lo v.
I sho ok out a s mall car d and scr u tiniz e dthese  gi lded w or ds,  whic h I co m mit ted t o memo ry :

You r Wel lBorn,

H is Excellency requestsyour p resen ceat Gregor ski Mou nt for th e un ion of Pet yor  Vy skilo vic h  andthed au ght e r ofFyod o r Fydorov i ch  By k a lon 8 Januar y , 190 0 hou rs, the ye ar 1 848, with a

I would_come to_the same conclusion hours_later; until_then...until_everything went_to_bags...I had no_desire to speak_of fate and whatnot._Nay, I wanted_a_private atmosphere to chew the poet's ear.

Pleasant-like, I shooed Zupricka from my cottage and_then_summoned Medvelov_to_the_table. He took a seat_next to me, ran a_hand down_his face and then rasped, 'I need to_moisten_my throat.'

Handing him_the bottle, I said, 'Tell me you haven't acted_on your petition.'

'Which be?'

'Your pistol? The_Major's demise? Need_I_continue?'

'Drunken_chatter,' Medvelov claimed as_he confiscated the booze. 'I'm stressed_like Iliosovy...like Nekabov...like you, no doubt._Oh, to have the temperate disposition of_Comrade Zupricka. A gentleman unperturbed by_circumstance is either a simpleton_or a_sage.' He chased the statement_with a long_pull which_had the effect_of restoring color to his pale_countenance. After a_contended sigh, hisself whispered: 'Maintaining a_stoic_demeanor amidst rancor_is_a_dreadful weight._Therefore, I must_unbraid...'

Fixating_eyes on_the_pronate Iliosovy, Medvelov tucked a hand_inside_his coat and produced an envelope. Waggling_said packet, the poet_implored:_'Your discretion is a_necessity.'

Tho I swore fidelity, Medvelov_nibbled his bottom lip; the display_of consternation_spiked my_curiosity until I couldn't help but snap fingers.

He placed the unsealed_mystery on the table; I leaned_forward, blinked eyes...

Despite the_dim, sputtering_candlelight,_a given and_patronymic_name -stitched_in gold script across velvety stationary- shined:

Vladimir_Ivanovich

'Handle with_nimble fingers,' cautioned Medvelov.

I shook out_a small card and_scrutinized_these gilded words, which I committed_to memory:

Your Well Born,

His Excellency requests_your presence at Gregorski Mount_for_the_union of Petyor Vyskilovich and_the daughter of Fyodor Fydorovich Bykal_on 8 January,_1900 hours, the year 1848, with a