 Medvelov ushered me aside. 'I want you to visit me tomorrow,' he said, boring holes into my skull. 'My driver will collect you in the afternoon.'

I would've gobbled the invitation if the situation had been different; but after the quarrelsome evening, I begged off with a persuasive excuse: 'Comrade, I have pages to make. Nekabov wants four chapters by the end of January. I'm nowhere near satisfying his demand.'

Medvelov seized my right wrist and said, 'Listen, man, I'm against the wall too. I pray you'll help tickle the muse.'

He sounded sincere...and appealing to my frivolous acumen endeared; hubris wouldn't allow me any recourse but to chase the lure.

'Consider it an apt distraction,' Medvelov said as he released my arm. 'Otherwise the-'

'Ivan!' The Major beckoned. 'I'm chilled to the bone! Let's roll along!'

'If we're lucky, the old man will catch pneumonia and die,' Medvelov whispered.

Stifling a giggle, I responded, 'Expect me tomorrow, comrade.'

And that was that...

I threw the departing sled a wave and then returned to my cottage; huddled in front of the hob, Iliosovy rubbed hands and announced: 'I'll humor Medvelov for a week, maybe two, but if this foolhardy business continues, I'm demanding The Major presents to the police and confesses his elaborate fabrication.'

Peeling layers, I asked, 'If he digs heels?'

'The idiot's standing tall one way or the other. The difference between the two determines our posture. Comprehend the entanglements! Medvelov sins with Bykal's daughter; Nekabov: editor of a provocative periodical; Zupricka's livelihood...and...and our relationship, my lad. Can you imagine the shame if our love is discovered?'

Magic-like, the din in me head (what had dulled into pre-dawn) grew louder...

I must have grimaced because Iliosovy shook his head and said: 'You flashed the same face earlier, my lad. The look of anguish...how it guts!'

'Please, no more chatter on the subject,' I growled.

'I
Medvelov ushered me aside.' I want you to visit me tomorrow,' he suppose, boring hole into my skull.' My driver will collect you in the afternoon.' 

 I would've gobbled the invitation if the position had been different; but after the quarrelsome evening, I begged off with a persuasive apology:' Comrade, I have pages to make. Nekabov wants four chapter by the end of January. I'm nowhere near meet his demand.' 

 Medvelov seized my correct wrist and said,' heed, man, I'm against the rampart besides. I pray you'll help tickle the muse.' 

 He sound sincere... and appealing to my frivolous insightfulness endeared; hubris wouldn't let me any recourse but to chase the lure. 

' Consider it an apt distraction,' Medvelov allege as he released my arm.' Otherwise the-' 

' Ivan!' The Major beckoned.' I'm chilled to the bone! lease's roll along!' 

' If we're lucky, the old man will catch pneumonia and die,' Medvelov whispered. 

 Stifling a giggle, I responded,' Expect me tomorrow, companion.' 

 And that was that... 

 I threw the departing sled a wave and then returned to my bungalow; huddle in movement of the hob, Iliosovy rubbed hand and announced:' I'll humor Medvelov for a week, maybe two, but if this foolhardy business continue, I'm demanding The Major presents to the police and confesses his elaborate fabrication.' 

 Peeling level, I asked,' If he digs heels?' 

' The idiot's standing tall one way or the early. The remainder between the two determines our posture. Comprehend the entanglements! Medvelov sin with Bykal's daughter; Nekabov: editor of a provocative periodical; Zupricka's livelihood... and... and our relationship, my lad. Can you imagine the shame if our love is discover?' 

 Magic - like, the din in me oral sex (what had dulled into pre - dawn) grew louder... 

 I must have grimace because Iliosovy shook his head and said:' You flashed the like face earlier, my chap. The look of anguish... how it guts!' 

' Please, no more yak on the subject,' I growled. 

' I
 Mefvelov ushered me aside. 'L want you to visit me vomorros,' he saia, boring holes into my skull. 'Mt dricer will collect you iv the aftvrnoon.'

I wiuld'te gobbled the iibitatiok if fme sicuetion had been cifferent; tut after the xuxrxelsome evening, I begged off with a [ersuasovf excuse: 'Comraqe, I rave ianes to make. Nekabov wants four cgapters by the end og January. I'm nowhere near datidfying his demand.'

Mfdvelov seiesd it right wrisg and said, 'Listen, man, J'm against the wall too. I pray hou'll help tickoe thf muse.'

He souided spncere...and appcsling do my ftivolous acumek endxaree; hubris wouldn't allox me any recourse buj to chase tke lure.

'Consider it an apt divtrawtiov,' Meavemot szid as he released jy arm. 'Otheewise the-'

'Ivan!' The Msjjg beckoned. 'I'm chillqd to the bone! Let's roll along!'

'If we're lucny, fhe old man will catch pneumonia and die,' Medgelov whifpered.

Stifling a giggle, I responded, 'Expect me tommrrow, zomxqde.'

Ana tjat was that...

I threw the departing sled a wave znc nhen returned to iy cottage; nufdkgd in front of the hob, Jliosovy rubbed hajds and annoynced: 'I'll humpr Medvelov for a week, maybw two, but if rhis foolhardy busnness continbes, I'm demamding The Major presentr to the police and confsrses his elaborage nabsication.'

Kdeling layers, I afked, 'If hx digx heels?'

'Ghe odiot's standing hall one way or the otheg. The dhfference hetween the two determines our 'psture. Comprghetd nhe entanylemenbs! Medvelov sinf with Bykal's baughter; Nekacov: editor of a pcovocative pqriodical; Zupslcka's liveliiood...and...anq oue reoationsfkp, my lad. Can uou imagiut the shamw if our love is dlscovgrsd?'

Magic-like, the dib in me head (whst fad dlllxd inem pre-dawn) graw luuddt...

I murt have grinxced because Iliosovy shmok gis head and said: 'Uom flashed the samq face earliet, my lad. The look lf anjuish...huw it gujs!'

'Please, no more chatter on the subject,' L gvowled.

'I
Medvelov ushered me aside. 'I want you me he said, holes into my you the afternoon.' I gobbled the invitation the situation had been different; but the quarrelsome evening, I begged off with a persuasive excuse: 'Comrade, I have to make. Nekabov wants four chapters by the end of January. I'm nowhere satisfying demand.' seized right wrist and said, 'Listen, man, I'm against the wall too. I pray you'll help tickle muse.' He sounded sincere...and appealing to my frivolous endeared; hubris wouldn't allow any recourse but to chase lure. it an distraction,' said he released my 'Otherwise the-' 'Ivan!' The Major beckoned. 'I'm chilled to the bone! Let's roll along!' 'If we're lucky, old man pneumonia and Medvelov Stifling giggle, I responded, tomorrow, comrade.' And that was that... departing sled a wave and then returned to cottage; huddled front of the hob, Iliosovy rubbed and announced: 'I'll humor Medvelov for a week, two, but if this foolhardy business continues, I'm demanding The Major presents to the police his elaborate fabrication.' Peeling I asked, 'If digs 'The standing one way the other. The difference between the two determines our posture. Comprehend entanglements! Medvelov sins with Bykal's daughter; Nekabov: editor of a Zupricka's our relationship, my Can you imagine the if love is discovered?' Magic-like, in head into grew I must have grimaced Iliosovy shook his head and 'You flashed the same look of anguish...how it guts!' 'Please, no more on the subject,' I growled. 'I
 Medvelov ushered me aside. 'I waNt you to visIt me tOmoRroW,' hE saiD, borIng holes into my SKull. 'my driver will collect you In the AfTErnoON.'

I Would'Ve gobblED tHE InvItAtIon If THe SituaTioN had beeN different; But AfTer the quarreLSoMe evening, I BegGed off with a pErsUasive ExCusE: 'comraDe, I Have pAges to MAke. NekAbov wants FoUR chaptERs by the END oF JanUary. I'm nowhere near SAtISfying his demanD.'

MedveLoV SeIZEd mY riGht wrist anD sAid, 'LiSTen, man, I'M AgAINSt tHE wall too. I pray You'll help tiCKle The musE.'

HE soUNded siNcere...AnD AppEaling to my fRivoLous acumeN endeaREd; hubriS Wouldn't Allow mE anY reCourSE bUt To cHaSE thE LuRe.

'CONsiDer it an aPt DiStracTion,' mEDVElov SaiD as hE releAsed my arm. 'OtheRwiSe thE-'

'ivaN!' The MAjor bEckoNeD. 'I'm chIlled tO the bOnE! Let's roll along!'

'IF we'rE lucky, the Old MaN wiLl Catch PNeumonIa aNd dIe,' MedveLov whisPEreD.

STIFLiNg a giggle, I respondeD, 'EXPEcT me tomorRow, comRAdE.'

AND that was ThAt...

I ThreW THe depArtiNG sLed a wave And theN ReTuRned to mY cOttage; HuDdlEd iN fronT Of thE hob, IlIosovy ruBbed hANds and announceD: 'i'll humor MedveLOv FOR a WEek, mAybE two, but if thIs foOLharDy buSInEss COntinUes, I'm DeMAnDIng The Major presents To The polIce anD confesses his Elaborate fABRIcation.'

PEeliNG lAYers, I asked, 'If he Digs hEels?'

'The idiOT's standiNg talL one way oR the other. tHE differeNce BetWeeN thE TWo Determines our POSturE. COmpreheNd tHe entanGleMenTs! MEdvElOv sins witH Bykal's dAuGhTeR; NEkaBov: edITor of a prOvOcaTiVe pEriodICal; ZupRicka'S livElIhOOd...aNd...and ouR ReLATionShIp, My laD. CaN yOu imaGine THe sHame if oUr love is dIscOVereD?'

MAgIc-like, tHe din in me head (WhAt had dulleD iNto Pre-dawN) GRew loudeR...

I must have grimaced becauSE IliosoVy sHook hIs heAd and said: 'you FlasheD thE Same faCe earlIer, my LaD. ThE LOok of ANGuIsh...HoW it guts!'

'PleASE, no More cHaTter On the suBject,' I growled.

'I
 Medvelov ushered me aside . 'I wantyou t o v isi tme t omor row,' he said, bori ng holes into my skull . 'My  d r iver wi ll co llect y o ui n  th eaf ter no o n. '

Iwou ld've g obbled the  in vi tation if th e  s ituation h adbeen differe nt;  but a ft ert he qu arr elsom e even i ng, Ibegged of fw ith ap ersuasi v e  e xcus e: 'Comrade, I ha v ep ages to make.Nekabo vw an t s  fo urchapters b ythe e n d of Ja n ua r y .  I' m  nowhere near  satisfying his  deman d. '
M edvelo v sei ze d  my  right wris t an d said, ' Listen ,  man, I ' m again st the  wa lltoo. Ipr ayyo u 'll he lpt ick le the m us e. '

He  sou n d e d  sin cer e... and a ppealing to m y f rivo l ous  acum en en dear ed ; hub ris wo uldn' tallow me any re cour se but to  ch as e t he  lure . 

'Con sid erit an a pt dist r act io n , '  M edvelov said as he  r e l ea sed my a rm. 'O t he rw i se the-' 
'Iv an!' T he Ma jorb ec koned. ' I'm ch i ll ed  to the  b one! L et 'srol l alo n g!'
'If w e're luc ky, t h e old man will catch pneumon i aa n dd ie,'  Me dvelov whis pere d .

S tifl i ng  ag iggle , I r es p on d ed, 'Expect me tomo rr ow, co mrade .'

And thatwas that.. . I threwthed ep a rting sled a w ave a nd then re t urned to  my c ottage;huddled i n front of  th e h ob,  Il i o so vy rubbed han d s  and  a nnounce d:'I'll h umo r M edv elo vfor a wee k, maybe  t wo ,bu t i f thi s  foolhar dy  bu si nes s con t inues,  I'mdema nd in g  Th e Major pr e s ents  t othepol ic e and  con f ess es hiselaborate  fa b rica ti on .'

Pee ling layers,Iasked, 'If  h e d igs he e l s?'

'Th e idiot's standing tall one way  or  theothe r. The di ffe rencebet w een th e twodeter mi nes o ur po s t ur e.Co mprehend t h e  en tangl em ents ! Medve lov sins with Byka l 'sdaughter; Nek abo v: e d i to r o f  a pro vo c ati v e  periodical; Zu pricka's l iv e li hood...and . ..a nd  our re lations hip,m y lad.Can you i magine th esham e ifour love i s discov ered?'

M a gic-l i ke , the  di n in m ehea d (wh at had dul led i nto pr e- dawn)grewlo uder...
I must have grimaced b ecause  Ilio sov y shook h ish ead  and said : 'Y ou flashed  th e s ame f ace earli er,m ylad .  Thelook of anguis h .. .ho w it  guts!'

'P l e a se,  no m ore chatte r on  the subject,' Ig rowled.

'I
 Medvelov_ushered me_aside. 'I want you_to visit_me_tomorrow,' he_said,_boring holes into_my skull. 'My_driver will collect you_in the afternoon.'

I_would've_gobbled the invitation if the situation had been different; but after the quarrelsome evening,_I_begged off_with_a_persuasive excuse: 'Comrade, I have_pages to make. Nekabov wants_four chapters_by the end of January. I'm nowhere near_satisfying_his demand.'

Medvelov seized_my right wrist and said, 'Listen, man, I'm against_the wall too. I pray you'll_help tickle the_muse.'

He_sounded_sincere...and appealing to my_frivolous acumen endeared; hubris wouldn't allow_me any recourse but to chase_the lure.

'Consider it an apt distraction,' Medvelov_said as he released my arm._'Otherwise the-'

'Ivan!' The Major beckoned._'I'm chilled_to the bone! Let's roll_along!'

'If we're lucky,_the old_man will catch_pneumonia and die,' Medvelov whispered.

Stifling a_giggle, I responded,_'Expect me tomorrow, comrade.'

And that was_that...

I_threw the departing_sled_a_wave and_then returned to_my_cottage; huddled_in_front of the hob, Iliosovy rubbed_hands_and announced: 'I'll humor Medvelov for a_week, maybe two, but_if_this foolhardy business continues,_I'm demanding The Major presents_to the police and confesses his_elaborate fabrication.'

Peeling_layers, I_asked, 'If he digs heels?'

'The idiot's standing tall one way or_the other. The difference between the_two determines our posture._Comprehend the_entanglements!_Medvelov sins with_Bykal's_daughter; Nekabov:_editor of a provocative periodical; Zupricka's livelihood...and...and_our relationship,_my lad. Can you imagine the_shame if our love_is_discovered?'

Magic-like, the din in me head_(what had dulled into pre-dawn) grew_louder...

I must have grimaced because_Iliosovy_shook_his head and said: 'You_flashed the same face earlier, my_lad. The look_of anguish...how it guts!'

'Please, no more chatter_on_the subject,' I growled.

'I