 Medvelov entered and tossed his gloves aside. Without a word, the poet walked to the scullery, snatched the liquor from Nekabov's feeble grip and took an extensive tweak.

'What a delightful fellow,' Iliosovy griped in a teeny voice.

Meanwhile, The Major took a chair next to Zupricka and introduced hisself to the meat cutter; like he had the previous week, the old officer took pains to display his trio of chest decorations.

His pomp drew the intended response: Zupricka's eyes widened as he fixated on the awards. 'I recognize those from illustration,' the butcher whispered. 'Honors of the Patriotic War, are they not?'

The Major fingered the medals and said, 'Yes, I earned these decorations for the action you mention. As a younger man, I had the pleasure to contest Emperor Napoleon and his abominable army. I make no boast about bravery; these commendations speak on my behalf. General Voronstov recommended me for The Order of Honor, this ribbon here, while I was attached to the Second Grenadier Brigade of the Second Army of the West. I received the second laurel, the Cross of St. George, after Borodino. And the last, of course, is the Medal of Order _with_ Swords.'

'What did you do to receive the Order with Swords?' asked Zupricka.

Straightening his back, The Major answered: 'Valor at Leipzig.'

'Bra- _ah_ -vo,' Medvelov hiccupped.

The Major ignored the comment and continued, 'I should have more garnishes on this tunic. It's a shame how heroism is rewarded in this country. Look here...' He rolled his right sleeve, flashed a puffy scar what jagged from wrist to elbow, and then broadcast: 'I took this wound at Gimry and received no commendation!'

Medvelov cleared his throat with a rattle and then asked, 'How many men in Gimry did you kill, old man? Or did you only hunt women and infants?'

'How dare you!' The Major cawed.

'Enough,' Nekabov sighed. 'Comrade Medvelov, can you delay the bickering long enough to complete our agreed upon business? I brought the
Medvelov entered and tossed his gloves aside. Without a parole, the poet walk to the scullery, snatched the liquor from Nekabov's faint handle and took an extensive pinch. 

' What a delightful fellow,' Iliosovy griped in a teeny voice. 

 Meanwhile, The Major learn a chair next to Zupricka and introduced hisself to the kernel cutter; like he had the former week, the old officer took pains to display his trio of thorax decorations. 

 His pomp drew the mean response: Zupricka's eyes widened as he fixated on the award.' I recognize those from illustration,' the butcher whispered.' Honors of the Patriotic War, are they not?' 

 The Major finger the medals and said,' Yes, I earned these decorations for the action you mention. As a younger man, I had the pleasure to contest Emperor Napoleon and his abominable army. I make no boast about bravery; these commendations speak on my behalf. General Voronstov recommended me for The Order of Honor, this decoration here, while I was attach to the Second Grenadier Brigade of the Second Army of the West. I received the second laurel, the Cross of St. George, after Borodino. And the final, of course, is the Medal of Order _ with _ Swords.' 

' What did you do to receive the Order with Swords?' ask Zupricka. 

 Straightening his back, The Major answered:' Valor at Leipzig.' 

' Bra- _ ah _ -vo,' Medvelov hiccupped. 

 The Major ignore the comment and continued,' I should have more garnishes on this tunic. It's a pity how heroism is rewarded in this country. Look here...' He rolled his right sleeve, flashed a puffy scratch what jag from wrist to elbow, and then air:' I took this wound at Gimry and received no commendation!' 

 Medvelov clear his throat with a rattle and then asked,' How many men in Gimry did you kill, previous man? Or did you only hunt women and baby?' 

' How dare you!' The Major cawed. 

' Enough,' Nekabov sighed.' Comrade Medvelov, can you delay the bicker long enough to complete our agreed upon business? I brought the
 Mefvelov entered and tossea his gloves asnee. Witiout a sord, the poet walked to the scullery, sbatchtb the liquor from Neyabov's fevble grip and rook an exvsnsive bceak.

'Wgwt a velightful fellpw,' Iliosovf griped in a dednv voice.

Meanwhile, The Major took a chwir nexy ho Zupricka anq inuroquces hisself to the meat cutter; like ge had uhe previous week, yhe old officer took pains to fisplay his trio ov chest deciratyins.

His pomp arew the intended respknse: Zupricka's eyes widened as fe firated on thg zwwtds. 'I recognmze thjse from illmxtratimn,' the nutcher whispeved. 'Hmnoes of the Patriotic Wer, are they not?'

The Mwjor fingarzd the medals and saie, 'Tes, I earted gyesd dtcocatjons flr vhe action gou mention. As a younger man, I hwe the pleasurs to cjneest Emperor Napoleon and his abominablt armg. I make no boast about bravery; these commenfations s[eak on my behalf. General Voronstov recommended ma for Ghe Ovder if Honor, this ribbon here, while I was attached ek uhe Second Grenadler Brigade of the Sfcpgd Army of thg West. N rsceived the second laurel, the Xross of Ft. Grorge, after Borodino. And thw last, of colrse, is the Medal of Oxder _with_ Swurds.'

'Ehat cid you do to receive tke Ordsr with Swogds?' asked Xupricka.

Straightdnikg vis back, The Major answereq: 'Valor av Lei'zig.'

'Bra- _xh_ -vp,' Medvqlov hiccuoped.

Tma Major ignored thf comlett and conhinued, 'I should have more garnishes on this toniw. In's a shamz how meroism is rewawded in this cpuntry. Jook fere...' He romled hiv right sleqve, flashed a kuffy scar whet jagged fron wrust to dubow, and then nroadcast: 'I took thus wound at Gimry end tedeived no commeubauiin!'

Medvelov clesrea hys tiroat fith a rattla ana tfrn asyed, 'How mann mdn im Gimry did you kill, old man? Or did you onky hunt wonen and ynfants?'

'How date you!' The Major cwwed.

'Eiough,' Iekabof syghed. 'Comrade Medvelov, can you delay thf blckering long enomgh jo complete our agreed upon business? I brought the
Medvelov entered and tossed his gloves aside. word, poet walked the scullery, snatched grip took an extensive 'What a delightful Iliosovy griped in a teeny voice. The Major took a chair next to Zupricka and introduced hisself to the cutter; like he had the previous week, the old officer took pains to his of decorations. pomp drew the intended response: Zupricka's eyes widened as he fixated on the awards. 'I recognize from illustration,' the butcher whispered. 'Honors of the War, are they not?' Major fingered the medals and 'Yes, earned these for action mention. As a man, I had the pleasure to contest Emperor Napoleon and his abominable army. I make no boast bravery; these on my General recommended for The Order this ribbon here, while I was Second Grenadier Brigade of the Second Army of West. I the second laurel, the Cross of George, after Borodino. And the last, of course, the Medal of Order _with_ Swords.' 'What did you do to receive the Order with Zupricka. Straightening his back, Major answered: 'Valor Leipzig.' _ah_ Medvelov The Major the comment and continued, 'I should have more garnishes on this It's a shame how heroism is rewarded in this country. He his right sleeve, a puffy scar what from to elbow, and then took wound received commendation!' cleared his throat with rattle and then asked, 'How men in Gimry did did you only hunt women and infants?' 'How you!' The Major cawed. 'Enough,' Nekabov sighed. Medvelov, can you delay the bickering long enough to complete our agreed business? I
 Medvelov entered and tossed hIs gloves asIde. WiThoUt a WoRd, thE poeT walked to the scULlerY, snatched the liquor from nekabOv'S FeebLE gRip anD took an EXtENSivE tWeAk.

'WHaT A dElighTfuL fellow,' iliosovy grIpeD iN a teeny voice.

mEaNwhile, The MAjoR took a chair nExt To ZuprIcKa aND intrOduCed hiSself tO The meaT cutter; liKe HE had thE PreviouS WEeK, the Old officer took paiNS tO Display his trio Of chesT dECoRATioNs.

HIs pomp drew ThE inteNDed respONsE: zUPriCKa's eyes wideneD as he fixateD On tHe awarDs. 'i reCOgnize Those FrOM ilLustration,' tHe buTcher whisPered. 'HONors of tHE PatrioTic War, Are TheY not?'

tHe maJor FiNGerED tHe mEDalS and said, 'yeS, I EarneD theSE DECoraTioNs foR the aCtion you mentiOn. AS a yoUNgeR man, I Had thE pleAsUre to ContesT EmpeRoR Napoleon and his AbomInable armY. I mAkE no BoAst abOUt bravEry; TheSe commeNdationS SpeAk ON MY bEhalf. General VoronsToV REcOmmended Me for THE ORdER of Honor, ThIs rIbboN HEre, whIle I WAs Attached To the SECoNd grenadiEr brigadE oF thE SeCond ARMy of The WesT. I receivEd the SEcond laurel, the cRoss of St. GeorgE, AfTER BORodiNo. ANd the last, of CourSE, is tHe MeDAl Of ORDer _wiTh_ SwoRdS.'

'whAT did you do to receive tHe order wIth SwOrds?' asked ZuprIcka.

StraigHTENing his bAck, THE MAJor answered: 'ValOr at LEipzig.'

'Bra- _aH_ -Vo,' MedvelOv hicCupped.

ThE Major ignOREd the comMenT anD coNtiNUEd, 'i should have moRE GarnIsHes on thIs tUnic. It's A shAme How HerOiSm is rewarDed in thiS cOuNtRy. looK here...' hE rolled hIs RigHt SleEve, flAShed a pUffy sCar wHaT jAGgeD from wrISt TO ElboW, aNd Then BroAdCast: 'I Took THis Wound at gimry and rEceIVed nO cOmMendatiOn!'

Medvelov cleArEd his throaT wIth A rattlE ANd then asKed, 'How many men in Gimry did YOu kill, oLd mAn? Or dId yoU only hunt WomEn and iNfaNTs?'

'How dAre you!' the MaJoR caWED.

'EnouGH,' neKabOv Sighed. 'ComrADE MeDveloV, cAn yoU delay tHe bickering long enoUGh tO complete our aGreEd upON BuSinESs? i BroUgHT thE
 Medvelov entered and toss ed his glo ves a sid e.Wi thou t aword, the poet walk ed to the scullery, sn atche dt he l i qu or fr om Neka b ov ' s  fe eb le  gr ip an d too k a n exten sive tweak .
'W hat a deligh t fu l fellow,'  Il iosovy gripe d i n a te en y v o ice.
Me anwhi le, Th e  Major  took a c ha i r next to Zupr i c ka  and  introduced hisse l ft o the meat cut ter; l ik e  h e had  th e previous  w eek,t he oldo ff i c e r t o ok pains to d isplay hist rio  of ch es t d e corati ons.
H i s p omp drew th e in tended re sponse :  Zupric k a's eye s wide ned  as  hef ix at edon the aw ard s . ' I recogn iz ethose  fro m i l lust rat ion, ' the  butcher whis per ed.' Hon ors o f the  Pat ri oticWar, a re th ey  not?'

The Maj or f ingered t heme dal sand s a id, 'Y es,  Iearnedthese d e cor at i o n sfor the action you  m e n ti on. As a  young e rma n , I hadth e p leas u r e tocont e st  Emperor  Napol e on  a nd hisab ominab le  ar my.  I ma k e no  boast  about b raver y ; these commen d ations speako nm y  b e half . G eneral Voro nsto v  rec omme n de d m e  forThe O rd e ro f Honor, this ribbo nhere,while  I was attach ed to theS e c ond Gren adie r  B r igade of the S econd  Army of t h e West.I rec eived th e secondl a urel, th e C ros s o f S t .  G eorge, afterB o rodi no . And t helast, o f c our se,  is  t he Medalof Order  _ wi th _Swo rds.' 
'What d id  yo udoto re c eive t he Or derwi th Swo rds?' a s ke d Zupr ic ka .

S tra ig hteni ng h i s b ack, Th e Major a nsw e red:  ' Va lor atLeipzig.'

'B ra - _ah_ -vo ,'  Me dvelov h iccupped .

The Major ignored th e  commen t a nd co ntin ued, 'I s hou ld hav e m o re gar nishes  on t hi s t u n ic. I t ' sa s ha me how her o i smis re wa rded  in thi s country. Look he r e.. .' He rolledhis  rig h t  s lee v e, fla sh e d a p uffy scar whatjagged fro mw ri st to elbo w , a nd  then b roadcas t: 'I took th is woundat Gimryan d re c e ive d no comme ndation! '

Medvel o v cle a re d his  th roat w it h a  ratt le and the n ask ed, 'H ow  manymen i nGimry di d you kill, old man? Or  did y ou on lyhunt wome n a n d i nfants?'
'Ho w dare you !'The  Majo r c a wed.
'En o ug h,' Nekab ov s i ghed. 'Co m ra deM e dv elov, can y o u del ay th e b i ckerin g lo ng enough to comp l ete our agreed  upo n bus ine s s? I  b rought the
 Medvelov_entered and_tossed his gloves aside._Without a_word,_the poet_walked_to the scullery,_snatched the liquor_from Nekabov's feeble grip_and took an_extensive_tweak.

'What a delightful fellow,' Iliosovy griped in a teeny voice.

Meanwhile, The Major took a_chair_next to_Zupricka_and_introduced hisself to the meat_cutter; like he had the_previous week,_the old officer took pains to display his_trio_of chest decorations.

His_pomp drew the intended response: Zupricka's eyes widened as_he fixated on the awards. 'I_recognize those from_illustration,'_the_butcher whispered. 'Honors of_the Patriotic War, are they not?'

The_Major fingered the medals and said,_'Yes, I earned these decorations for the_action you mention. As a younger_man, I had the pleasure_to contest_Emperor Napoleon and his abominable_army. I make_no boast_about bravery; these_commendations speak on my behalf. General_Voronstov recommended me_for The Order of Honor, this_ribbon_here, while I_was_attached_to the_Second Grenadier Brigade_of_the Second_Army_of the West. I received the_second_laurel, the Cross of St. George, after_Borodino. And the last,_of_course, is the Medal_of Order _with_ Swords.'

'What did_you do to receive the Order_with Swords?'_asked Zupricka.

Straightening_his back, The Major answered: 'Valor at Leipzig.'

'Bra- _ah_ -vo,' Medvelov_hiccupped.

The Major ignored the comment and_continued, 'I should have_more garnishes_on_this tunic. It's_a_shame how_heroism is rewarded in this country. Look_here...' He_rolled his right sleeve, flashed a_puffy scar what jagged_from_wrist to elbow, and then broadcast:_'I took this wound at Gimry_and received no commendation!'

Medvelov cleared_his_throat_with a rattle and then_asked, 'How many men in Gimry_did you kill,_old man? Or did you only hunt_women_and infants?'

'How dare you!' The Major_cawed.

'Enough,'_Nekabov sighed. 'Comrade Medvelov, can you_delay_the_bickering long enough to complete_our agreed upon business? I brought_the