isself boasted affiliation in a cabal of militants (the so-called _Reformed Union of Prosperity_ ) bent on plotting sundry acts of mayhem to avenge -of all people- Pyotr Kakhovsky! The Union's first target was Colonel Borowitz; others of pedigree would perish in subsequent attacks, including His Excellency.

'I knew comrades acquainted with several Decemberist officers,' The Major said. 'Count Pavel Dmitrievich Kiselyov was my superior when I drilled in the Chevaliers-Gardes. Though the Trial Court cleared the Count of conspiracy, it's no coincidence Pestel and Bestuzhev-Ryumin garnered inspiration from his liberal creed. I suppose my indirect contact could be interpreted by the authorities with apprehension.'

'And our direct contact to you...' Medvelov said.

'Might also be interpreted with apprehension,' finished The Major.

_Dour_ and _dumbfound_ best described the countenances of those around my table: blood drained from Iliosovy's face; Zupricka respired in wheezy swigs; Nekabov's nervous tongue clicking sounded like hooves on cobblestone...

Medvelov massaged his forehead and then stood. Hands clasped behind his back, he paced in a broad circle, the orbit of which brought him next to our hapless agitator every half-minute or so.

Meself? Mmm...years of strict abstinence kept my mood tranquil and gloom subdued. The Major's admission shattered asceticism as a battering ram destroys a door. I felt faint; a flashback stabbed my brain: a younger me tramping Kiriov Street, disembodiment and chagrined. Heart galloping, dry mouthed...

Then I heard _it_ :

eeeeeeeeee

The forgotten squeal...

eeeeeeeeee

Growing from naught...

eeeeeeeeee

A teakettle over a flame...

eeeeeeeeee

Soft but clear...

eeeeeeeeee

Sluggish-like, I shook my head;

Muted the sinister disruption.

But lo, the urge to snatch a bottle, slick my throat and numb angst!

At last, Nekabov squeaked: '
isself boasted affiliation in a cabal of militants (the so - call _ Reformed Union of Prosperity _) flex on plotting sundry acts of havoc to avenge -of all people- Pyotr Kakhovsky! The Union's first target was Colonel Borowitz; others of lineage would die in subsequent attacks, including His Excellency. 

' I knew comrades acquainted with respective Decemberist officers,' The Major said.' Count Pavel Dmitrievich Kiselyov was my superior when I drilled in the Chevaliers - Gardes. Though the Trial Court clear the Count of conspiracy, it's no coincidence Pestel and Bestuzhev - Ryumin garnered inspiration from his liberal creed. I think my indirect contact could be interpreted by the authority with apprehension.' 

' And our direct contact to you...' Medvelov said. 

' Might besides be interpreted with understanding,' finished The Major. 

 _ Dour _ and _ dumbfound _ best described the sanction of those around my table: blood drained from Iliosovy's face; Zupricka respired in reedy swigs; Nekabov's nervous tongue clicking sounded like hooves on cobblestone... 

 Medvelov massaged his forehead and then stood. Hands clasp behind his back, he paced in a across-the-board traffic circle, the orbit of which brought him next to our hapless agitator every half - minute or therefore. 

 Meself? Mmm... years of strict abstinence kept my mood tranquil and gloom tame. The Major's admission shattered asceticism as a battering ram destroys a doorway. I felt faint; a flashback stabbed my brain: a younger me tramping Kiriov Street, disembodiment and chagrined. center galloping, dry mouthed... 

 Then I heard _ it _: 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 The forgotten squeal... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 Growing from naught... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 A teakettle over a fire... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 Soft but clear... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 Sluggish - like, I shook my head; 

 Muted the sinister disruption. 

 But lo, the urge to snatch a bottle, slick my throat and dead angst! 

 At last, Nekabov whine:'
issflf boasted affiliation ln a cabal of militants (the sk-called _Feformed Union of Prosperity_ ) vent in plotting sundry actr of mayhvm to avebge -id all people- Pyotr Kakhobdky! Chx Union's first jarget was Cmlonel Borowits; utkers of pedigree would perish in subfequent ahtacks, includigg Hps Excsllency.

'I knew comrades acquainted sith seneral Decemberist officers,' The Major said. 'Clunt Pavel Dmitrievich Kiselyov wqs mr superior whdn I drilltd in the Chgvaliers-Gardes. Though the Trial Zourt cleared tye Coktt of conspmracy, pt's no coincidence Pevtel anc Bestuzhev-Ryukin gaenered inspiration frmm his liberal cregd. I suppove my indirect contqcr cound ba ingwrpfettd uy fhe auhhocities with apprehensiin.'

'And our direct comtwby to you...' Medbelov fayd.

'Might also be interpreted with apprehtnsioh,' finished The Major.

_Doue_ and _dumbfound_ best fescribed the countenances of those around my table: blood grainxd frim Koilsovy's face; Zupricka respired in wheezy swigs; Helanov's nervous tonnue clicking soundrd lohe hooves on zobblestohe...

Medvelov massagef his fjreheqd and thtn stpod. Hands clasped behind hiw back, he pabed un a broad circle, che orbit of whivh brpught him next to our hcpless agitator egery half-jknute or so.

Meselw? Mkm...fears of strict abstinence kept my nood tranqukl amd glojm subdued. The Major's admission shwttergd ascaticism as a battering ram destroys a dooc. I felt fainj; a fldshback ftabbcd my brain: a yjunger me tramking Kirijv Stfeet, disemgodimenv and chagriged. Heart galnlping, dry monthed...

Then I hward _it_ :

eeeddeeeee

The forgptten squvaj...

eeeweeeeee

Growing frok nxhght...

eeeeeeeeee

A teqkettle over a glaoe...

eqeveexeee

Sjxt but clear...

aeeedeedre

Sluegish-like, I rhool my head;

Muted the shnisfer disruption.

But ko, the urgg to snatsh a bottle, skick my throat and numb anjst!

At kasj, Nekabov squeaked: '
isself boasted affiliation in a cabal of so-called Union of ) bent on to -of all people- Kakhovsky! The Union's target was Colonel Borowitz; others of would perish in subsequent attacks, including His Excellency. 'I knew comrades acquainted with Decemberist officers,' The Major said. 'Count Pavel Dmitrievich Kiselyov was my superior when drilled the Though Trial Court cleared the Count of conspiracy, it's no coincidence Pestel and Bestuzhev-Ryumin garnered inspiration from liberal creed. I suppose my indirect contact could interpreted by the authorities apprehension.' 'And our direct contact you...' said. 'Might be with finished The Major. and _dumbfound_ best described the countenances of those around my table: blood drained from Iliosovy's face; Zupricka in wheezy nervous tongue sounded hooves cobblestone... Medvelov massaged and then stood. Hands clasped behind paced in a broad circle, the orbit of brought him to our hapless agitator every half-minute so. Meself? Mmm...years of strict abstinence kept my tranquil and gloom subdued. The Major's admission shattered asceticism as a battering ram destroys a felt faint; a flashback my brain: a me Kiriov disembodiment chagrined. Heart dry mouthed... Then I heard _it_ : eeeeeeeeee The forgotten squeal... Growing from naught... eeeeeeeeee A teakettle over a flame... eeeeeeeeee clear... Sluggish-like, I shook head; Muted the sinister But the urge to snatch slick throat At Nekabov '
isself boasted affiliation iN a cabal of mIlitaNts (The So-CallEd _ReFormed Union of PROspeRity_ ) bent on plotting sundRy actS oF MayhEM tO avenGe -of all PEoPLE- PyOtR KAkhOvSKy! the UnIon'S first tArget was CoLonEl borowitz; otheRS oF pedigree wOulD perish in subSeqUent atTaCks, INcludIng his ExCellenCY.

'I knew Comrades aCqUAinted WIth seveRAL DEcemBerist officers,' The mAjOR said. 'Count PaveL DmitrIeVIcH kIseLyoV was my supeRiOr wheN i drilleD In THE cheVAliers-Gardes. THough the TriAL CoUrt cleArEd tHE Count Of conSpIRacY, it's no coincIdenCe Pestel aNd BestUZhev-RyuMIn garneRed insPirAtiOn frOM hIs LibErAL crEEd. i suPPosE my indirEcT cOntacT couLD BE InteRprEted By the Authorities wiTh aPpreHEnsIon.'

'AnD our dIrecT cOntacT to you...' medveLoV said.

'Might also bE intErpreted wIth ApPreHeNsion,' FInisheD ThE MaJor.

_Dour_ And _dumbFOunD_ bEST DeScribed the countenaNcES Of Those aroUnd my tABlE: bLOod drainEd FroM IliOSOvy's fAce; ZUPrIcka respIred in WHeEzY swigs; NEkAbov's nErVouS toNgue cLIckiNg sounDed like hOoves ON cobblestone...

MeDVelov massaged HIs FOReHEad aNd tHen stood. HanDs clASped BehiND hIs bACk, he pAced iN a BRoAD circle, the orbit of whIcH brougHt him Next to our haplEss agitatoR EVEry half-mInutE Or SO.

Meself? Mmm...yearS of stRict abstinENce kept mY mood Tranquil And gloom sUBDued. The MAjoR's aDmiSsiON ShAttered ascetiCISm as A bAtterinG raM destroYs a DooR. I fElt FaInt; a flashBack stabBeD mY bRaIn: a YoungER me trampInG KiRiOv STreet, DIsemboDimenT and ChAgRIneD. Heart gALlOPIng, dRy MoUtheD...

ThEn i hearD _it_ :

eEEeeEeeee

ThE forgotteN sqUEal...

eEeEeEeeee

GrOwing from naugHt...

Eeeeeeeeee

a tEakEttle oVER a flame...

eEeeeeeeee

Soft but clear...

eeEEeeeeee

sluGgish-Like, i shook my hEad;

muted tHe sINister DisrupTion.

BUt Lo, tHE Urge tO SNaTch A bOttle, slick MY ThrOat anD nUmb aNgst!

At lAst, Nekabov squeaked: '
isself boasted affiliation  in a caba l ofmil ita nt s (t he s o-called _Refo r medUnion of Prosperity_ )  bent  o n  plo t ti ng su ndry ac t so f  ma yh em  to  a v en ge -o f a ll peop le- PyotrKak ho vsky! The Un i on 's first t arg et was Colon elBorowi tz ; o t hersofpedig ree wo u ld per ish in su bs e quenta ttacks, i nc ludi ng His Excellency . 
' I knew comrade s acqu ai n te d wit h s everal Dec em beris t  office r s, ' T heM ajor said. 'C ount PavelD mit rievic hKis e lyov w as my  s u per ior when Idril led in th e Chev a liers-G a rdes. T houghthe  Tr ialC ou rt  cl ea r edt he  Co u ntof consp ir ac y, it 's n o c o inci den ce P estel  and Bestuzhe v-R yumi n  ga rnere d ins pira ti on fr om his  libe ra l creed. I supp osemy indire ctco nta ct  coul d  be in ter pre ted bythe aut h ori ti e s wi th apprehension.'
' A n dour dire ct con t ac tt o you... 'Med velo v said. 

'M i gh t also b e inte r pr et ed with  a pprehe ns ion ,'finis h ed T he Maj or.

_Do ur_ a n d _dumbfound_b est described th e co u nten anc es of those  aro u nd m y ta b le : b l ood d raine df ro m  Iliosovy's face; Z up rickarespi red in wheezy  swigs; Ne k a b ov's ner vous to n gue clicking s ounde d like hoo v es on co bbles tone...
Medvelov m assagedhis  fo reh ead a nd  then stood.H a ndscl asped b ehi nd hisbac k,hepac ed  in a bro ad circl e,  t he  o rbi t ofw hich bro ug hthi m n ext t o  our h aples s ag it at o r e very ha l f- m i nute  o rso.
Me se lf? M mm.. . yea rs of s trict abs tin e nceke pt  my moo d tranquil an dgloom subd ue d.The Ma j o r's admi ssion shattered ascetic i sm as a  ba tteri ng r am destro ysa door . I felt f aint;a fla sh bac k stabb e d  m y b ra in: a youn g e r m e tra mp ingKiriovStreet, disembodim e ntand chagrined . H eart g al lop i ng ,  dr ym out h e d...

Then I he ard _it_ : 
e ee eeeeeee

T h e f or gottensqueal. ..

e e eeeeeee e

Growin g from na ug ht.. . 
ee eeeeeeee
A teaket tle overa  flam e .. .

ee eee eeeee
S oft  butclear. . .
eeeee eeeee
S luggis h-lik e,  I shook  my head;

Muted the si nister  disr upt ion.

But  lo ,  th e urge to  sna tch a bott le,  sl ick m y t h roatandn um b a n gst!
Atl ast, Neka b ov  sq u e ak ed: '
isself boasted_affiliation in_a cabal of militants_(the so-called__Reformed_Union of_Prosperity__) bent on_plotting sundry acts_of mayhem to avenge_-of all people-_Pyotr_Kakhovsky! The Union's first target was Colonel Borowitz; others of pedigree would perish in_subsequent_attacks, including_His_Excellency.

'I_knew comrades acquainted with several_Decemberist officers,' The Major said._'Count Pavel_Dmitrievich Kiselyov was my superior when I drilled_in_the Chevaliers-Gardes. Though_the Trial Court cleared the Count of conspiracy, it's_no coincidence Pestel and Bestuzhev-Ryumin garnered_inspiration from his_liberal_creed._I suppose my indirect_contact could be interpreted by the_authorities with apprehension.'

'And our direct contact_to you...' Medvelov said.

'Might also be interpreted_with apprehension,' finished The Major.

_Dour_ and__dumbfound_ best described the countenances_of those_around my table: blood drained_from Iliosovy's face;_Zupricka respired_in wheezy swigs;_Nekabov's nervous tongue clicking sounded like_hooves on cobblestone...

Medvelov_massaged his forehead and then stood._Hands_clasped behind his_back,_he_paced in_a broad circle,_the_orbit of_which_brought him next to our hapless_agitator_every half-minute or so.

Meself? Mmm...years of strict_abstinence kept my mood_tranquil_and gloom subdued. The_Major's admission shattered asceticism as_a battering ram destroys a door._I felt_faint; a_flashback stabbed my brain: a younger me tramping Kiriov Street, disembodiment_and chagrined. Heart galloping, dry mouthed...

Then_I heard _it_ :

eeeeeeeeee

The_forgotten squeal...

eeeeeeeeee

Growing_from_naught...

eeeeeeeeee

A teakettle over_a_flame...

eeeeeeeeee

Soft but_clear...

eeeeeeeeee

Sluggish-like, I shook my head;

Muted the sinister_disruption.

But lo,_the urge to snatch a bottle,_slick my throat and_numb_angst!

At last, Nekabov squeaked: '