 poet -toe to head- and grunted; Iliosovy scrutinized through squinty eyes.

I pointed at the latter and said, 'Ivan Medvelov, this is the man who compelled me to take the pen and make it flow: Comrade Iliosovy.'

Medvelov cocked his head and then pronounced, 'You're his muse, so to speak.'

Iliosovy blushed.

'I didn't mean...eh...' Medvelov chuckled. 'I think...all of us are inspired by something or someone. And with inspiration comes intimacy. 'Tis the keystone of-'

'Comrade Medvelov!' Nekabov interrupted. 'At last, we convene!'

'-sculpture,' finished the poet before addressing the editor with a merry: 'Greetings, sir! You must be the parasite.'

'Ex-excuse me?' sputtered Nekabov.

'Vladimir,' Medvelov said as he kicked The Major's left shin. 'This is Comrade Nekabov, the publisher of a scandal driven tabloid in V——. He's eager to sway me.'

'Sway you?' The Major asked.

'To compose simple cantos,' Medvelov said. 'He also believes you're a...what is it? My agent?'

'We are here to hash, are we not?' Nekabov asked.

'Vladimir and my father served together in the army,' said Medvelov. 'And after Father suffered injuries in combat and withered to naught, Vladimir helped me chart a course in this woeful world. One thing he is not? My mouthpiece. I speak for myself, sir. Hence, Comrade Nekabov, instead of squandering time, I'll come to the point: I want one hundred rubles per page with an advance of three hundred rubles effective the second after we emboss parchment.'

'One hundred per? Be serious, man!' Nekabov spat.

'You have the brass,' said Medvelov. 'How much did you pay our author comrade to wrangle me?'

Saith Nekabov: 'Appreciate: I'm doing _you_ a favor; I'm giving you an occasion to prosper.'

'You've heard
poet -toe to head- and grunted; Iliosovy scrutinized through squinty eyes. 

 I pointed at the latter and suppose,' Ivan Medvelov, this is the valet who compelled me to take the pen and cause it flow: Comrade Iliosovy.' 

 Medvelov cocked his read/write head and then pronounce,' You're his muse, so to talk.' 

 Iliosovy blushed. 

' I didn't mean... eh...' Medvelov chuckle.' I think... all of us are inspired by something or someone. And with inspiration comes closeness.' Tis the keystone of-' 

' Comrade Medvelov!' Nekabov interrupted.' At last, we convene!' 

' -sculpture,' finished the poet before addressing the editor program with a merry:' Greetings, sir! You must be the parasite.' 

' Ex - apologize me?' sputtered Nekabov. 

' Vladimir,' Medvelov said as he kicked The Major's left shin.' This is Comrade Nekabov, the publisher of a scandal drive tabloid in V——. He's eager to sway me.' 

' Sway you?' The Major asked. 

' To compose simple canto,' Medvelov said.' He also believes you're a... what is it? My agent?' 

' We are here to hash, are we not?' Nekabov asked. 

' Vladimir and my father served together in the army,' said Medvelov.' And after Father suffered injuries in combat and withered to naught, Vladimir helped me chart a path in this woeful world. One matter he is not? My mouthpiece. I address for myself, sir. therefore, Comrade Nekabov, instead of squandering time, I'll come to the point: I want one hundred rubles per page with an advance of three hundred ruble effective the second after we emboss parchment.' 

' One hundred per? Be serious, man!' Nekabov spat. 

' You have the brass,' said Medvelov.' How much did you pay up our author comrade to wrangle me?' 

 Saith Nekabov:' Appreciate: I'm serve _ you _ a party favor; I'm give you an occasion to prosper.' 

' You've heard
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I pointed at the latter abd saud, 'Ivan Medvelov, this ks the maj who conpelowd me to teie the izn ans makz mt flow: Comrade Iliosovy.'

Madvelov cocked hks head and then pronounced, 'You're his muse, sp ho speak.'

Iliosody bktshes.

'P bidn't mean...eh...' Medvelov chuckled. 'J think...ell of us are imspired by something or soleonf. And with inspirahion comes untiiqcy. 'Tis the yeystone of-'

'Comrade Medbelov!' Nekabov interrupted. 'At lart, we convene!'

'-scolltkte,' finished vhe povt before addvvssing dhe ediyor with a mervy: 'Grxetibgs, sir! You must be tie parasite.'

'Ex-excuse ie?' sputteseb Nekabov.

'Vladimir,' Medceoov sdid ds hd kizkes Vhe Major'd lxft shin. 'Thjs is Comraee Nekabov, the publosrvt of a scandzl drideg tabloid in V——. He's eager to sway me.'

'Sway yoh?' The Major asked.

'To compose simple cantos,' Mefvelov sayd. 'He also believes you're a...what is it? My agent?'

'We dre hxrd ti mash, qrf we not?' Nekabov asked.

'Vladimir and my father fsrfec together in bhe army,' said Medvrllv. 'Wnd after Fatfer suyreded injuries in colbat anq wityered to gaugnt, Vladimir helped me chart a course in rhis woeful world. Lne thing hz is npt? My mouthpiece. I speak for mysslf, sir. Henfe, Comrads Nekabov, instead of sxuandering time, I'll come tj the poiit: I cant one huncred rtbles per oage with an advance of hhree hgndred rubpes effective the second after xx emboss parcnmant.'

'Mne hundxed pev? Be serious, mag!' Nekabov spat.

'Iou have che brxss,' said Mvdvelov. 'Hmw much did you pay our dothor comrade to wrandle ne?'

Sauth Nekxcov: 'Appreciate: I'm doing _you_ a favir; I'm giving you ak occxaion to prosper.'

'Vuo'ce heard
poet -toe to head- and grunted; Iliosovy squinty I pointed the latter and the who compelled me take the pen make it flow: Comrade Iliosovy.' Medvelov his head and then pronounced, 'You're his muse, so to speak.' Iliosovy blushed. didn't mean...eh...' Medvelov chuckled. 'I think...all of us are inspired by something or And inspiration intimacy. the keystone of-' 'Comrade Medvelov!' Nekabov interrupted. 'At last, we convene!' '-sculpture,' finished the poet before the editor with a merry: 'Greetings, sir! You be the parasite.' 'Ex-excuse sputtered Nekabov. 'Vladimir,' Medvelov said he The Major's shin. is Nekabov, the publisher a scandal driven tabloid in V——. He's eager to sway me.' 'Sway you?' The Major asked. 'To simple cantos,' 'He also you're is My agent?' 'We to hash, are we not?' Nekabov my father served together in the army,' said 'And after suffered injuries in combat and withered naught, Vladimir helped me chart a course in woeful world. One thing he is not? My mouthpiece. I speak for myself, sir. Hence, instead of squandering time, come to the I one rubles page with advance of three hundred rubles effective the second after we emboss 'One hundred per? Be serious, man!' Nekabov spat. 'You have said 'How much did pay our author comrade wrangle Saith Nekabov: 'Appreciate: I'm a I'm occasion prosper.' heard
 poet -toe to head- and grunted; IlIosovy scruTinizEd tHroUgH squInty Eyes.

I pointed at THe laTter and said, 'Ivan MedveloV, this Is THe maN WhO compElled me TO tAKE thE pEn And MaKE iT flow: comRade IliOsovy.'

MedveLov CoCked his head aND tHen pronounCed, 'you're his muse, So tO speak.'

ilIosOVy bluSheD.

'I didN't mean...EH...' MedveLov chucklEd. 'i Think...aLL of us arE INsPireD by something or somEOnE. and with inspiraTion coMeS InTIMacY. 'TiS the keystoNe Of-'

'ComRAde MedvELoV!' nEKabOV interrupted. 'AT last, we convENe!'

'-sCulptuRe,' FinIShed thE poet BeFOre Addressing tHe edItor with a Merry: 'GREetings, SIr! You muSt be thE paRasIte.'

'EX-ExCuSe mE?' sPUttEReD NeKAboV.

'VladimiR,' MEdVelov Said AS HE KickEd THe MaJor's lEft shin. 'This is comRade nEkaBov, thE publIsheR oF a scaNdal drIven tAbLoid in V——. He's eager To swAy me.'

'Sway yOu?' THe majOr Asked.

'tO compoSe sImpLe cantoS,' MedvelOV saId. 'hE ALsO believes you're a...whaT iS IT? MY agent?'

'We Are herE To HaSH, are we noT?' NEkaBov aSKEd.

'VlaDimiR AnD my fatheR serveD ToGeTher in tHe Army,' saId medVelOv. 'And AFter father Suffered InjurIEs in combat and wIThered to naughT, vlADImIR helPed Me chart a couRse iN This WoefUL wOrlD. one thIng he Is NOt? mY mouthpiece. I speak foR mYself, sIr. HenCe, Comrade NekaBov, instead OF SQuanderiNg tiME, I'LL come to the poinT: I wanT one hundreD Rubles peR page With an adVance of thREE hundred RubLes EffEctIVE tHe second after WE EmboSs ParchmeNt.'

'ONe hundrEd pEr? BE seRioUs, Man!' NekaboV spat.

'You HaVe ThE bRasS,' said mEdvelov. 'HOw MucH dId yOu pay OUr authOr comRade To WrANglE me?'

SaitH neKABov: 'APpReCiatE: I'm DoIng _yoU_ a faVOr; I'M giving You an occaSioN To prOsPeR.'

'You've hEard
 poet -toe to head- and gr unted; Ili osovy  sc rut in ized  thr ough squinty e y es.
I pointed at the latt er an ds aid, 'I van M edvelov ,  t h i s i sth e m an wh o com pel led meto take th e p en  and make it fl ow: Comrad e I liosovy.'

M edv elov c oc ked his h ead  andthen p r onounc ed, 'You' re his mu s e, so t o sp eak. '

Iliosovy blush e d. 
'I didn't mea n...eh .. . 'M e dve lov  chuckled.  ' I thi n k...all of u s  ar e  inspired bysomething o r  so meone.  A ndw ith in spira ti o n c omes intima cy.'Tis thekeysto n e of-''Comrad e Medv elo v!'  Nek a bo vint er r upt e d.  'A t  la st, we c on ve ne!'
'-s c u l p ture ,'fini shedthe poet befo readdr e ssi ng th e edi torwi th amerry:  'Gre et ings, sir! Youmust  be the p ara si te. '
'Ex- e xcuseme? ' s puttere d Nekab o v.
' V l a di mir,' Medvelov sai da s  h e kicked  The M a jo r' s  left sh in . ' This i s Com rade Ne kabov, t he pub l is he r of asc andaldr ive n t abloi d  inV——. H e's eage r tos way me.'

'Swa y  you?' The Ma j or a sk e d.
'To  compose si mple cant os,' Me dve l ov sa id. ' He al s o believes you're a .. .whatis it ? My agent?'
'We are h e r e  to hash , ar e  w e  not?' Nekabov  aske d.

'Vladi m ir and m y fat her serv ed togeth e r  in thearm y,'  sa idM e dv elov. 'And af t e r Fa th er suff ere d injur ies  in  co mba tand withe red to n au gh t,  V lad imirh elped me  c har ta c ourse in thi s woe fulwo rl d . O ne thin g  h e is n ot ?My m out hp iece.  I s p eak  for my self, sir . H e nce,  C om rade Ne kabov, instea dof squande ri ngtime,I ' ll cometo the point: I want on e  hundre d r ubles  per  page wit h a n adva nce of thr ee hun dredru ble s effec t i ve  th esecond aft e r  we  embo ss  par chment. '

'One hundred pe r ? B e serious, ma n!'  Nek a b ov  sp a t. 
'Y ou hav e the brass,' sai d Medvelov .' Ho w much did you  p ay ourauthorcomra d e to wr angle me? '

SaithNe kabo v :  'A ppreciate:  I'm doi ng _you_a  favo r ;I'm g ivi ng you  a n o ccasi on top ros per.' 

'You 'v e hear d
 poet_-toe to_head- and grunted; Iliosovy_scrutinized through_squinty_eyes.

I pointed_at_the latter and_said, 'Ivan Medvelov,_this is the man_who compelled me_to_take the pen and make it flow: Comrade Iliosovy.'

Medvelov cocked his head and then_pronounced,_'You're his_muse,_so_to speak.'

Iliosovy blushed.

'I didn't mean...eh...'_Medvelov chuckled. 'I think...all of_us are_inspired by something or someone. And with inspiration_comes_intimacy. 'Tis the_keystone of-'

'Comrade Medvelov!' Nekabov interrupted. 'At last, we convene!'

'-sculpture,'_finished the poet before addressing the_editor with a_merry:_'Greetings,_sir! You must be_the parasite.'

'Ex-excuse me?' sputtered Nekabov.

'Vladimir,' Medvelov_said as he kicked The Major's_left shin. 'This is Comrade Nekabov, the_publisher of a scandal driven tabloid_in V——. He's eager to_sway me.'

'Sway_you?' The Major asked.

'To compose_simple cantos,' Medvelov_said. 'He_also believes you're_a...what is it? My agent?'

'We are_here to hash,_are we not?' Nekabov asked.

'Vladimir and_my_father served together_in_the_army,' said_Medvelov. 'And after_Father_suffered injuries_in_combat and withered to naught, Vladimir_helped_me chart a course in this woeful_world. One thing he_is_not? My mouthpiece. I_speak for myself, sir. Hence,_Comrade Nekabov, instead of squandering time,_I'll come_to the_point: I want one hundred rubles per page with an advance_of three hundred rubles effective the_second after we emboss_parchment.'

'One hundred_per?_Be serious, man!'_Nekabov_spat.

'You have_the brass,' said Medvelov. 'How much did_you pay_our author comrade to wrangle me?'

Saith_Nekabov: 'Appreciate: I'm doing__you__a favor; I'm giving you an_occasion to prosper.'

'You've heard