 periodical in V——...is interested in handling your future publishing endeavors.'

'I'm familiar with the parasite,' Medvelov bristled. 'He approached you to do his bidding?'

'I accepted if just to meet you.'

'S—— in my mouth! You flatter with your refined responses!'

'I'm nothing but truthful, comrade.'

Medvelov grunted and offered his bottle, and tho I felt a twinge in my drinking hand, I shook my head. 'An abstainer,' he declared. 'More for me, then.'

I explained: 'I used to indulge, but intemperance led me to a sordid place.'

'The point, is it not?'

'Perhaps, but I approached the brink of madness. Woe to me if I return. Now, I'm clear-headed and desire to remain so.'

'Lucidity crafted your story? I would never have guessed!'

'Lucidity born from chaos. In fact, I started writing to sooth my mind.'

'I write because I'm bored. Bored and sullen. I used to act, comrade. Troupe theater. Town-to-town. It's how we met, Lavenia and I. Thereafter, I took the pen. But it's not _real_ writing. Anybody can hash dreadful rhymes.'

'You're not serious!' I cried.'_Dreadful rhymes_?'

'Beauty and the eye,' he replied before taking a drag.

'Explain why Comrade Nekabov desires to publish your _dreadful rhymes._ '

He stared out the window, exhaled and then said, 'Because he's a parasite.'

'I admit, the man has shortcomings-'

' _I resist the world by killing myself_,' Medvelov interrupted.

'Pardon?'

'The last sentence DeMiroir says before flames consumed him. His bold sacrifice...anointing the earth with burned skin...ahhh...to choose death over the joints of time. To sacrifice self and...and accept a world of fire! I have mulled the same sentiments, comrade. The lament of the likeminded, eh? Yet to embolden such brilliant prose on paper...oh,
periodical in V——... is interested in handling your future publishing enterprise.' 

' I'm conversant with the parasite,' Medvelov bristled.' He set about you to perform his bidding?' 

' I accepted if merely to meet you.' 

'S — — in my mouth! You flatter with your polished responses!' 

' I'm nothing but truthful, comrade.' 

 Medvelov grunt and offered his bottle, and tho I felt a twinge in my drinking bridge player, I shook my head.' An abstainer,' he declared.' More for me, then.' 

 I explained:' I used to gratify, but intemperance led me to a sordid place.' 

' The point, is it not?' 

' possibly, but I approached the brink of lunacy. Woe to me if I render. Now, I'm clear - headed and desire to remain so.' 

' clarity crafted your story? I would never have guessed!' 

' Lucidity born from chaos. In fact, I started write to sooth my mind.' 

' I write because I'm bored. Bored and sullen. I used to act, comrade. Troupe theater. township - to - township. It's how we met, Lavenia and I. Thereafter, I took the pen. But it's not _ veridical _ writing. Anybody can hash dreadful rhymes.' 

' You're not unplayful!' I cried.'_Dreadful rhymes _?' 

' Beauty and the eye,' he replied before accept a drag. 

' Explain why Comrade Nekabov desires to publish your _ dreadful rhymes. _' 

 He stared out the window, exhaled and then said,' Because he's a parasite.' 

' I accept, the man induce shortcomings-' 

' _ I resist the world by killing myself _,' Medvelov interrupted. 

' Pardon?' 

' The last conviction DeMiroir says before flames consumed him. His bluff sacrifice... anoint the earth with burned peel... ahhh... to choose death over the joint of time. To sacrifice self and... and accept a universe of fire! I have chew over the same sentiment, comrade. The elegy of the likeminded, eh? Yet to embolden such brilliant prose on paper... oh,
 pegiodical in V——...is interesttd in handling yoor futurx publiahing enaeavors.'

'I'm familiar with the 'arawite,' Nedvelov bristled. 'He aoproached you to eo hms bidding?'

'I acce'fed if mbst tk meec bou.'

'S—— in my moutm! You flattar with your rafknzd responses!'

'I'm nothing but truthful, somrade.'

Kefvelov grunted and jffedvd his bottle, and tho I felt a fwinge pn my drinking hamd, I shook my head. 'An abstwineg,' he declared. 'More for me, theb.'

I evplained: 'I usdd to indulge, but intejperance led me to a sordid plaze.'

'The point, is ut noh?'

'Kerhaps, but M apprjached the bvpnk of kadness. Woe to me if L retnrn. Bow, I'm clear-headed anv desire to remain sj.'

'Lucidity cxafted your story? I wiuod neeer vave tuerses!'

'Lncisity blrn from chaoa. In fact, I started writing to sjith my mind.'

'I srite fesause I'm bored. Bored and sullen. I used uo acf, comrade. Troupe theatee. Town-to-town. It's how ae met, Ladenia and I. Thereafter, I took the pen. But it's not _real_ driuikn. Anhvofy can hash dreadful rhymes.'

'You're not serious!' Y ctivd.'_Dreadful rhymes_?'

'Neauty and the eye,' hf tgplied before jaking c ddag.

'Explain why Comgade Nehabov desires uo punlish your _dreadful rhymes._ '

Ye stared oun thw window, exhaled aud then said, 'Becsuse ne's a parasite.'

'I admit, tke man has shortclmings-'

' _I ddsist the world cy linling myself_,' Medvelov intewrupted.

'Pacdon?'

'Tke last rentgnce DeIiroir sayd before flames consumed him. Kis bmld sacriflce...anointing the earth with burixd skin...ahhh...to cvoove death over the joints os time. To sacrnfice sejf ana...and accepn a world of fire! I rave mulled tvg same sentimxnts, comrwde. Rhe oament uw the likemindrd, eh? Yet to emboldwn such brilliant irose kn paper...oh,
periodical in V——...is interested in handling your endeavors.' familiar with parasite,' Medvelov bristled. his 'I accepted if to meet you.' in my mouth! You flatter with refined responses!' 'I'm nothing but truthful, comrade.' Medvelov grunted and offered his bottle, tho I felt a twinge in my drinking hand, I shook my head. abstainer,' declared. for then.' I explained: 'I used to indulge, but intemperance led me to a sordid place.' 'The is it not?' 'Perhaps, but I approached the of madness. Woe to if I return. Now, I'm and to remain 'Lucidity your I would never guessed!' 'Lucidity born from chaos. In fact, I started writing to sooth my mind.' 'I write because bored. Bored I used act, Troupe Town-to-town. It's how Lavenia and I. Thereafter, I took it's not _real_ writing. Anybody can hash dreadful 'You're not I cried.'_Dreadful rhymes_?' 'Beauty and the he replied before taking a drag. 'Explain why Nekabov desires to publish your _dreadful rhymes._ ' He stared out the window, exhaled and 'Because he's a parasite.' admit, the man shortcomings-' _I the by killing Medvelov interrupted. 'Pardon?' 'The last sentence DeMiroir says before flames consumed His bold sacrifice...anointing the earth with burned skin...ahhh...to choose death joints time. To sacrifice and...and accept a world fire! have mulled the same The of Yet embolden brilliant prose on paper...oh,
 periodical in V——...is interested In handling Your fUtuRe pUbLishIng eNdeavors.'

'I'm famiLIar wIth the parasite,' Medvelov BristLeD. 'he apPRoAched You to do HIs BIDdiNg?'

'i aCcePtED iF just To mEet you.'

'S—— In my mouth! YOu fLaTter with your REfIned responSes!'

'i'm nothing but TruThful, cOmRadE.'

medveLov GruntEd and oFFered hIs bottle, aNd THo I felT A twinge IN My DrinKing hand, I shook my hEAd. 'aN abstainer,' he deClared. 'moRE fOR Me, tHen.'

i explained: 'i uSed to INdulge, bUT iNTEMpeRAnce led me to a sOrdid place.'

'THE poInt, is iT nOt?'

'PERhaps, bUt I apPrOAchEd the brink oF madNess. Woe to Me if I rETurn. Now, i'M clear-hEaded aNd dEsiRe to REmAiN so.'

'luCIdiTY cRafTEd yOur story? i wOuLd nevEr haVE GUEsseD!'

'LuCidiTy borN from chaos. In fAct, i staRTed WritiNg to sOoth My Mind.'

'I Write bEcausE I'M bored. Bored and sUlleN. I used to aCt, cOmRadE. TRoupe THeater. towN-to-Town. It's How we meT, lavEnIA ANd i. Thereafter, I took thE pEN. buT it's not _rEal_ wriTInG. ANYbody can HaSh dReadFUL rhymEs.'

'YoU'Re Not serioUs!' I criED.'_DReAdful rhYmEs_?'

'BeauTy And The Eye,' he REpliEd befoRe taking A drag.

'eXplain why ComraDE Nekabov desirES tO PUbLIsh yOur _Dreadful rhyMes._ '

HE StarEd ouT ThE wiNDow, exHaled AnD ThEN said, 'Because he's a parAsIte.'

'I adMit, thE man has shortcOmings-'

' _I resIST The world By kiLLiNG myself_,' MedveloV inteRrupted.

'ParDOn?'

'The lasT sentEnce DeMiRoir says bEFOre flameS coNsuMed Him. hIS bOld sacrifice...aNOIntiNg The eartH wiTh burneD skIn...aHhh...To cHoOse death oVer the joInTs Of TiMe. TO sacrIFice self AnD...anD aCcePt a woRLd of fiRe! I haVe muLlEd THe sAme sentIMeNTS, comRaDe. the lAmeNt Of the LikeMIndEd, eh? Yet To emboldeN suCH briLlIaNt prose On paper...oh,
 periodical in V——...is in terested i n han dli ngyo ur f utur e publishing e n deav ors.'

'I'm familiar w ith t he para s it e,' M edvelov br i s tle d.  ' Heap p ro ached  yo u to do  his biddi ng? '
'I accepted if  just to m eet  you.'

'S——  in  my mo ut h!Y ou fl att er wi th you r  refin ed respon se s !'

'I ' m nothi n g  b ut t ruthful, comrade. ' 
M edvelov grunte d andof f er e d  hi s b ottle, and  t ho If elt a t w in g e inm y drinking ha nd, I shook myhead.'A n a b staine r,' h ed ecl ared. 'More  for  me, then .'

Ie xplaine d : 'I us ed toind ulg e, b u tin tem pe r anc e  l edm e t o a sord id  p lace. '

' T h e poin t,is i t not ?'

'Perhaps,  bu t Ia ppr oache d the  bri nk  of m adness . Woe  t o me if I retur n. N ow, I'm c lea r- hea de d and desire  to  re main so .'

'Lu c idi ty c r af ted your story? Iwo u l dnever ha ve gue s se d! ' 

'Lucid it y b ornf r om ch aos. In  fact, I  start e dwr iting t osoothmy  mi nd. '

'I writ e beca use I'mbored .  Bored and sul l en. I used to ac t ,  c o mrad e.Troupe thea ter. Town -to- t ow n.I t's h ow we  m e t, Lavenia and I. Ther ea fter,I too k the pen. Bu t it's not _ r eal_ wri ting .  A n ybody can hash  drea dful rhyme s .'

'You 're n ot serio us!' I cr i e d.'_Drea dfu l r hym es_ ? ' 
'Beauty and t h e  eye ,'  he rep lie d befor e t aki nga d ra g.

'Expl ain whyCo mr ad eNek abovd esires t opub li shyour_ dreadf ul rh ymes ._  ' 
He  stared ou t thewi nd ow,exh al ed an d th e n s aid, 'B ecause he 'sa  par as it e.'

'I  admit, the m an  has short co min gs-'
' _I resis t the world by killingm yself_, ' M edvel ov i nterrupte d.
'Pard on? ' 

'The  lastsente nc e D e M iroir s ay s b ef ore flames c ons umedhi m. H is bold  sacrifice...anoin t ing  the earth wi thburn e d  s kin . .. a hhh .. . toc h oose death over  the joint so ftime. To s a cri fi ce self  and... and a c cept aworld offire! I h av e mu l l edthe same s entiment s, comrad e . The la mentofthe li ke min ded,eh? Ye t  to  embo lden s uc h bril liant  p rose onpaper...oh,
 periodical_in V——...is_interested in handling your_future publishing_endeavors.'

'I'm_familiar with_the_parasite,' Medvelov bristled._'He approached you_to do his bidding?'

'I_accepted if just_to_meet you.'

'S—— in my mouth! You flatter with your refined responses!'

'I'm nothing but truthful,_comrade.'

Medvelov_grunted and_offered_his_bottle, and tho I felt_a twinge in my drinking_hand, I_shook my head. 'An abstainer,' he declared. 'More_for_me, then.'

I explained:_'I used to indulge, but intemperance led me to_a sordid place.'

'The point, is it_not?'

'Perhaps, but I_approached_the_brink of madness. Woe_to me if I return. Now,_I'm clear-headed and desire to remain_so.'

'Lucidity crafted your story? I would never_have guessed!'

'Lucidity born from chaos. In_fact, I started writing to_sooth my_mind.'

'I write because I'm bored._Bored and sullen._I used_to act, comrade._Troupe theater. Town-to-town. It's how we_met, Lavenia and_I. Thereafter, I took the pen._But_it's not _real__writing._Anybody_can hash_dreadful rhymes.'

'You're not_serious!'_I cried.'_Dreadful_rhymes_?'

'Beauty_and the eye,' he replied before_taking_a drag.

'Explain why Comrade Nekabov desires to_publish your _dreadful rhymes.__'

He_stared out the window,_exhaled and then said, 'Because_he's a parasite.'

'I admit, the man_has shortcomings-'

'__I resist_the world by killing myself_,' Medvelov interrupted.

'Pardon?'

'The last sentence DeMiroir says_before flames consumed him. His bold_sacrifice...anointing the earth with_burned skin...ahhh...to_choose_death over the_joints_of time._To sacrifice self and...and accept a world_of fire!_I have mulled the same sentiments,_comrade. The lament of_the_likeminded, eh? Yet to embolden such_brilliant prose on paper...oh,