 Confession

Recall: the previous week, Nekabov shared concerning details concerning Medvelov's domesticity. At our second gathering, rumor took the form of fact. In a moment of weakness, the poet succumbed to humility. Elegiac intensity aglow, his anguish fumed like ash from an erupting volcano!

First, tho, the setting:

Such was his enthusiasm, Zupricka landed an hour before the others. While I tended the kiln, the meat cutter scooped pstorki, gulped spirits and expounded -in monotonous detail- on his Egyptian journey. The one-sided conversation came to a merciful end when Nekabov and Iliosovy arrived.

Upon sighting the robust interloper, Nekabov squawked: 'I see we have a new victim.'

'I am Comrade Zupricka,' hisself greeted.

'Zupricka...Zupricka...' pondered Nekabov.

'He's a meat cutter with a stall on M—— Avenue,' said I.

The editor fanned his cape and proclaimed, 'Hark! I'm Nekabov, good sir!'

'The virtuous purveyor of the press!' Zupricka returned.

' _Virtuous_?' Iliosovy heckled. 'How much have you consumed, Comrade Zupricka?'

'Disregard the jester,' Nekabov bristled.

'Comrade Nekabov, I am an avid consumer of your periodical. And of the current transgressions...eh...I...' Zupricka trailed off, looked at me and then wet his purple, bulbous lips.

'My comrade is interested in discussing radicals,' I explained to Nekabov. 'Naturally, I've steered him to you. Who better than an expert?'

'An apt pronouncement,' Nekabov said as he plucked a bottle of wine from his satchel. 'The theme of revolutionaries is alluring but complicated. Let me fortify before we begin. Your hardware?'

I gestured at yonder cabinet and then recoiled when the front door flew open and whacked the wall.

Thump!

Trailed by the doddering Major,
Confession 

 Recall: the previous week, Nekabov shared concerning detail refer Medvelov's domesticity. At our second gathering, rumor took the form of fact. In a consequence of weakness, the poet succumbed to humility. Elegiac saturation aglow, his anguish reek like ash from an erupting vent! 

 foremost, tho, the setting: 

 Such was his enthusiasm, Zupricka land an hour before the others. While I tended the kiln, the meat cutter scoop pstorki, gulped spirits and expounded -in monotonous detail- on his Egyptian journey. The one - sided conversation came to a merciful goal when Nekabov and Iliosovy arrived. 

 Upon sighting the robust intruder, Nekabov squawked:' I see we receive a raw victim.' 

' I am Comrade Zupricka,' hisself greeted. 

' Zupricka... Zupricka...' chew over Nekabov. 

' He's a meat cutter with a stall on M — — Avenue,' said I. 

 The editor program fanned his cape and proclaimed,' Hark! I'm Nekabov, good sir!' 

' The virtuous purveyor of the press!' Zupricka returned. 

' _ Virtuous _?' Iliosovy heckled.' How much have you consumed, Comrade Zupricka?' 

' Disregard the jester,' Nekabov bristled. 

' Comrade Nekabov, I am an avid consumer of your periodical. And of the current transgressions... eh... I...' Zupricka trailed off, looked at me and then wet his purple, bulbous lip. 

' My comrade is interested in hash out radical,' I explained to Nekabov.' Naturally, I've steered him to you. Who better than an expert?' 

' An apposite pronouncement,' Nekabov said as he pluck a bottle of wine from his satchel.' The theme of revolutionaries is alluring but complicated. lease me fortify before we begin. Your hardware?' 

 I gestured at yonder cabinet and then recoiled when the front door flew open and whacked the wall. 

 Thump! 

 Trailed by the doddering Major,
 Cojfession

Recall: the previuus week, Nekabor sharev concedning degails concerning Medvelov's dlmwsticuty. At our second gathdring, rumlr took rhe horm of fact. In e moment of weznnesv, the poet succombed to humhlity. Elegiac hngeusity aglow, his anguish fumed like afh from aj erupting volsano!

Gyrst, nhi, the setting:

Such was his entgusiasm, Zupricka lanced an hour before the othfrs. Ahile I tended the kiln, the mgzt sytter scoopea pstorki, gulped spirijs and expounded -in monotonous ddtail- on his Egi'riaj journey. Thx one-spded conversabpon cama to a kerciful end wmen Nxkabiv and Iliosovy arrivxd.

Upon sighting the tobust intarmoper, Nekabov squqwjed: 'I see we fqve a hex vjctim.'

'I am Comrade Zhpricka,' hiswelf greeted.

'Zupricks...Ztiticka...' pondersd Nekwbjv.

'He's a meat cutter with a stall on M—— Anenus,' said I.

The editor fannwd his cape and proclwimed, 'Harh! I'm Nekabov, good sir!'

'The virtuous purveyor of the presa!' Zukrlgka fwtkrned.

' _Virtuous_?' Iliosovy heckled. 'How much have goi bonsumed, Comrade Dupricka?'

'Disregard yhf kgster,' Nekabov cristlzs.

'Ckmrade Nekabov, I al an avyd cobsumer of yout periodical. And of the cureent transgrvssiins...eh...I...' Zupricka trciled off, louked at mr and then wet his purpue, bhlbous lips.

'Ly comrads is interested iv dpscuvsing radicals,' I explained to Nekabiv. 'Ncturally, I've steerqd him to jou. Wmm better than an edpert?'

'Cn apd pronouncfment,' Nekabov said as he pluckev a bottle of whne from hif satghel. 'The theme jf revolutionaties is ajlurivg but comilicated. Net me fortyfy before we hegin. Your herdware?'

I destyred at yonadr cabinet and then recoiled when the front door flcw opgn and whacked thz qall.

Thump!

Trailec bh tre dpdqaring Major,
Confession Recall: the previous week, Nekabov shared concerning domesticity. At second gathering, rumor In moment of weakness, poet succumbed to Elegiac intensity aglow, his anguish fumed ash from an erupting volcano! First, tho, the setting: Such was his enthusiasm, landed an hour before the others. While I tended the kiln, the meat scooped gulped and -in monotonous detail- on his Egyptian journey. The one-sided conversation came to a merciful end when and Iliosovy arrived. Upon sighting the robust interloper, squawked: 'I see we a new victim.' 'I am Zupricka,' greeted. 'Zupricka...Zupricka...' Nekabov. a cutter with a on M—— Avenue,' said I. The editor fanned his cape and proclaimed, 'Hark! I'm Nekabov, good sir!' virtuous purveyor press!' Zupricka ' Iliosovy 'How much have Comrade Zupricka?' 'Disregard the jester,' Nekabov I am an avid consumer of your periodical. of the transgressions...eh...I...' Zupricka trailed off, looked at and then wet his purple, bulbous lips. 'My is interested in discussing radicals,' I explained to Nekabov. 'Naturally, I've steered him to you. than an expert?' 'An pronouncement,' Nekabov said he a of from his 'The theme of revolutionaries is alluring but complicated. Let me fortify we begin. Your hardware?' I gestured at yonder cabinet and when front door flew and whacked the wall. Trailed the doddering Major,
 Confession

Recall: the previoUs week, NekaBov shAreD coNcErniNg deTails concerninG medvElov's domesticity. At our sEcond GaTHeriNG, rUmor tOok the fORm OF FacT. IN a MomEnT Of WeaknEss, The poet Succumbed tO huMiLity. Elegiac iNTeNsity aglow, His Anguish fumed LikE ash frOm An eRUptinG voLcano!

first, tHO, the seTting:

Such WaS His entHUsiasm, ZUPRiCka lAnded an hour before THe OThers. While I tenDed the KiLN, tHE MeaT cuTter scoopeD pStorkI, Gulped sPIrITS And EXpounded -in monOtonous detaIL- on His EgyPtIan JOurney. the onE-sIDed ConversatioN camE to a merciFul end WHen NekaBOv and IlIosovy ArrIveD.

UpoN SiGhTinG tHE roBUsT inTErlOper, NekaBoV sQuawkEd: 'I sEE WE Have A neW vicTim.'

'I aM Comrade ZupriCka,' HissELf gReeteD.

'ZuprIcka...zuPrickA...' pondeRed NeKaBov.

'He's a meat cuttEr wiTh a stall oN M—— AVeNue,' SaId I.

ThE Editor FanNed His cape And procLAimEd, 'hARK! I'M Nekabov, good sir!'

'The ViRTUoUs purveyOr of thE PrEsS!' zupricka ReTurNed.

' _VIRTuous_?' ilioSOvY heckled. 'how mucH HaVe You consUmEd, ComrAdE ZuPriCka?'

'DiSRegaRd the jEster,' NekAbov bRIstled.

'Comrade NEKabov, I am an aviD CoNSUmER of yOur Periodical. ANd of THe cuRrenT TrAnsGRessiOns...eh...i...' ZUPrICka trailed off, looked At Me and tHen weT his purple, bulBous lips.

'My COMRade is inTereSTeD In discussing raDicalS,' I explaineD To NekaboV. 'NatuRally, I've Steered hiM TO you. Who bEttEr tHan An eXPErT?'

'An apt pronounCEMent,' neKabov saId aS he plucKed A boTtlE of WiNe from his Satchel. 'THe ThEmE oF reVolutIOnaries iS aLluRiNg bUt comPLicateD. Let mE forTiFy BEfoRe we begIN. YOUR harDwArE?'

I geStuReD at yoNder CAbiNet and tHen recoilEd wHEn thE fRoNt door fLew open and whaCkEd the wall.

THuMp!

TRailed BY The doddeRing Major,
 Confession

Recall: the p revious we ek, N eka bov  s hare d co ncerning detai l s co ncerning Medvelov's do mesti ci t y. A t  o ur se cond ga t he r i ng,  r um orto o kthe f orm  of fac t. In a mo men tof weakness, th e poet suc cum bed to humil ity . Eleg ia c i n tensi tyaglow , hisa nguish  fumed li ke ash fr o m an er u p ti ng v olcano!

First, t h o, the setting:
Such w as hi s ent hus iasm, Zupr ic ka la n ded anh ou r b efo r e the others.  While I te n ded  the k il n,t he mea t cut te r  sc ooped pstor ki,gulped sp iritsa nd expo u nded -i n mono ton ous  det a il -onhi s  Eg y pt ian jou rney. Th eon e-sid ed c o n v e rsat ion  cam e toa merciful en d w henN eka bov a nd Il ioso vy  arri ved.
Uponsi ghting the robu st i nterloper , N ek abo vsquaw k ed: 'I  se e w e havea new v i cti m. ' 'I  am Comrade Zupric ka , '  h isself g reeted . 
'Z u pricka.. .Z upr icka . . .' po nder e dNekabov. 

'He' s  a  m eat cut te r with  a  st all  on M — — Av enue,'  said I. 

The editor fannedh is cape and p r oc l a im e d, ' Har k! I'm Neka bov, good  sir ! '
'T h e vir tuous  p u rv e yor of the press!'Zu pricka  retu rned.

' _Vir tuous_?' I l i o sovy hec kled .  ' H ow much have y ou co nsumed, Co m rade Zup ricka ?'

'Dis regard th e jester,'  Ne kab ovbri s t le d.

'ComradeN e kabo v,  I am a n a vid con sum erofyou rperiodica l. And o fth ecu rre nt tr a nsgressi on s.. .e h.. .I... '  Zupri cka t rail ed  o f f,lookeda tm e  and  t he n we t h is  purp le,b ulb ous lip s.

'My c omr a de i sin tereste d in discussi ng  radicals, 'I e xplain e d  to Neka bov. 'Naturally, I've s t eered h imto yo u. W ho better  th an anexp e rt?'
'An ap t pro no unc e m ent,' N ek abo vsaid as he p luc ked a  b ottl e of wi ne from his satche l . ' The theme ofrev olut i o na rie s  i s  al lu r ing b ut complicated.  Let me fo rt i fy  before we beg in . Yourhardwar e?'
I  gestur ed at yon der cabin et  and t hen  recoiledwhen the  front do o r fle w  o pen a ndwhacke dthe  wall .

Thu m p!
Trai led by  t he dod derin gMajor,
 Confession

Recall:_the previous_week, Nekabov shared concerning_details concerning_Medvelov's_domesticity. At_our_second gathering, rumor_took the form_of fact. In a_moment of weakness,_the_poet succumbed to humility. Elegiac intensity aglow, his anguish fumed like ash from an_erupting_volcano!

First, tho,_the_setting:

Such_was his enthusiasm, Zupricka landed_an hour before the others._While I_tended the kiln, the meat cutter scooped pstorki,_gulped_spirits and expounded_-in monotonous detail- on his Egyptian journey. The one-sided_conversation came to a merciful end_when Nekabov and_Iliosovy_arrived.

Upon_sighting the robust interloper,_Nekabov squawked: 'I see we have_a new victim.'

'I am Comrade Zupricka,'_hisself greeted.

'Zupricka...Zupricka...' pondered Nekabov.

'He's a meat cutter_with a stall on M—— Avenue,'_said I.

The editor fanned his_cape and_proclaimed, 'Hark! I'm Nekabov, good_sir!'

'The virtuous purveyor_of the_press!' Zupricka returned.

'__Virtuous_?' Iliosovy heckled. 'How much have_you consumed, Comrade_Zupricka?'

'Disregard the jester,' Nekabov bristled.

'Comrade Nekabov,_I_am an avid_consumer_of_your periodical._And of the_current_transgressions...eh...I...' Zupricka_trailed_off, looked at me and then_wet_his purple, bulbous lips.

'My comrade is interested_in discussing radicals,' I_explained_to Nekabov. 'Naturally, I've_steered him to you. Who_better than an expert?'

'An apt pronouncement,'_Nekabov said_as he_plucked a bottle of wine from his satchel. 'The theme of_revolutionaries is alluring but complicated. Let_me fortify before we_begin. Your_hardware?'

I_gestured at yonder_cabinet_and then_recoiled when the front door flew open_and whacked_the wall.

Thump!

Trailed by the doddering Major,