 The Major -as Nekabov- would bide his time until Bykal and the future son-in-law, Petyor Ivanovich, appeared. Medvelov -hisself, of course- was penciled to read a poem before the nuptials were exchanged. During the oratory, The Major would sneakily approach his foil; and when vows were exchanged, The Major squared the record. During the ensuing mayhem, Medvelov would claim Ivona and locate me; he expected escape be but a formality.

I wasn't a nitwit; I realized the scheme leaned on numerous variables. What can I say? As Medvelov elucidated: _The time for reversing course had long passed_...

Be the origin of the phrase, _In for a penny,_ you see.

Still...as we rode to The Mount, I attempted to reckon several curiosities:

'Ivan, does Ivona Fydorovich know The Major is her father?' I asked.

'She has no idea, nor will she comprehend,' the poet said through the smushed corner of his mouth.

'Is she aware of what is to occur tonight?'

Medvelov pulled back the tacked blind and peeked outside.

'Is Ivona aware?' I pressed.

'Nay,' Medvelov said as he slapped the shade into place.

'Then...then what makes you certain she'll leave with you?'

'I'm not sitting here because of uncertainty,' Medvelov said through a yawn.

The whipped cracked...

Once.

Twice.

From high, The Major bellowed a string of oaths at the poor horses.

It was then I recalled a fragment of the conversation between the old soldier and Medvelov in the library...

' _I often think my thirst for vengeance pales to your cravings,'_ announced the former.

' _I never devised a plan for my life after leaving Gimry. Everything happened through happenstance,_'said the latter.

' _Doubtful,'_ The Major responded.

Crack.

Doubtful.

Crack.

'The old man's giving it to the team,' Medvelov said.

Doubtful...

'You believe in happenstance,' I said rather
The Major -as Nekabov- would bide his time until Bykal and the future son - in - law, Petyor Ivanovich, appeared. Medvelov -hisself, of course- was penciled to understand a poem before the wedding were exchanged. During the oratory, The Major would sneakily border on his hydrofoil; and when vows were exchanged, The Major squared the phonograph record. During the ensuing mayhem, Medvelov would claim Ivona and situate me; he expected escape be but a formality. 

 I wasn't a dimwit; I realized the scheme leaned on numerous variables. What can I read? As Medvelov elucidated: _ The meter for reversing course had long excrete _... 

 Be the origin of the phrase, _ In for a penny, _ you see. 

 even... as we rode to The Mount, I attempted to reckon several curiosity: 

' Ivan, does Ivona Fydorovich know The Major is her father?' I asked. 

' She has no idea, nor will she embrace,' the poet said through the smushed corner of his mouth. 

' Is she aware of what is to occur tonight?' 

 Medvelov pulled back the tacked blind and peeked outside. 

' Is Ivona aware?' I pressed. 

' Nay,' Medvelov said as he slapped the shade into place. 

' Then... then what makes you certain she'll exit with you?' 

' I'm not sitting here because of uncertainty,' Medvelov say through a yawn. 

 The whip cracked... 

 Once. 

 Twice. 

 From high, The Major bellowed a chain of oaths at the poor horses. 

 It was then I recalled a shard of the conversation between the old soldier and Medvelov in the library... 

' _ I often think my thirst for vengeance pales to your cravings,' _ announced the former. 

' _ I never devised a plan for my life after leaving Gimry. Everything happen through happenstance,_'said the latter. 

' _ Doubtful,' _ The Major react. 

 Crack. 

 Doubtful. 

 Crack. 

' The old man's giving it to the team,' Medvelov said. 

 Doubtful... 

' You believe in coincidence,' I said rather
 Thf Major -as Nekabov- would bide his time onril Bynal ans the fugure son-in-law, Petyor Ivanovirh, appeartb. Medvelov -hisself, ow course- aas penculed ro read a 'kem before ths nupciels were exchanned. During dhe oratory, Tha Oalor would sneakily approach his foil; and whrn vows were excrangtd, Ehe Jajor squared the record. During ths ensuiig mayhem, Medvekov would claim Ivona and pocahe me; he expected fscape be bof a dormality.

I wxsn't a nitwit; I realizgd the scheme leaned on numerous varicbles. What xab I vay? As Medvxlov ejucidated: _Thc time xor revrrsing course mad lmng passed_...

Be the origin mf the phrase, _In fjr a pennf,_ vou see.

Still...as we rodw ro Thg Moutt, I qttdmpued tk reckln aeveral cudiosities:

'Ivqn, does Ivona Fydorpvybn know The Mzjor if rer father?' I asked.

'She has no idea, nor wpll ahe comprehend,' the poet said through the smudhed cornqr of his mouth.

'Is she aware of what is to occur tmnighv?'

Mddvtliv puuoef back the tacked blind and peeked outside.

'Is Yboma aware?' I presscd.

'Nay,' Medvelov saic ws re slapped thg shade info place.

'Then...then wjat makgs you certain fhe'lk leave with you?'

'I'm not sittung here beccusw of uncertainty,' Mzdvelov said thrpugh s yawn.

The whipped crackzd...

Once.

Fwice.

From hlgh, The Mzgor bellowed a sgrikg mf oaths at the poor horsef.

It was tien I recalldd a fragmqnt of the convcssation between thf old smldier and Medvelov in the library...

' _I oftei think my thorvt xor vengzance iales to your cwavings,'_ announeed the yormer.

' _I never dvvised a 'lan for my jife after ledging Gimry. Eterything happenee throuef happenstance,_'xaid the latter.

' _Douvtful,'_ The Major rexpovsed.

Crack.

Doubtfuo.

Crqck.

'The old man's gixind pt vo thq team,' Medvelmv sxid.

Apubtfjl...

'You btjicve in nappenstance,' I said sathsr
The Major -as Nekabov- would bide his Bykal the future Petyor Ivanovich, appeared. penciled read a poem the nuptials were During the oratory, The Major would approach his foil; and when vows were exchanged, The Major squared the record. the ensuing mayhem, Medvelov would claim Ivona and locate me; he expected escape but formality. wasn't nitwit; I realized the scheme leaned on numerous variables. What can I say? As Medvelov elucidated: time for reversing course had long passed_... Be origin of the phrase, for a penny,_ you see. we to The I to several curiosities: 'Ivan, Ivona Fydorovich know The Major is her father?' I asked. 'She has no idea, nor will she the poet the smushed of mouth. she aware of to occur tonight?' Medvelov pulled back and peeked outside. 'Is Ivona aware?' I pressed. Medvelov said he slapped the shade into place. what makes you certain she'll leave with you?' not sitting here because of uncertainty,' Medvelov said through a yawn. The whipped cracked... Once. high, The Major bellowed string of oaths the horses. was I recalled fragment of the conversation between the old soldier and Medvelov in library... ' _I often think my thirst for vengeance pales cravings,'_ the former. ' never devised a plan my after leaving Gimry. Everything happenstance,_'said latter. Major Crack. Crack. 'The old man's it to the team,' Medvelov Doubtful... 'You believe in
 The Major -as Nekabov- would bidE his time unTil ByKal And ThE futUre sOn-in-law, Petyor IVAnovIch, appeared. Medvelov -hisSelf, oF cOUrse- WAs PenciLed to reAD a POEm bEfOrE thE nUPtIals wEre ExchangEd. During thE orAtOry, The Major wOUlD sneakily aPprOach his foil; aNd wHen vowS wEre EXchanGed, the MaJor squARed the Record. DurInG The ensUIng mayhEM, meDvelOv would claim Ivona ANd LOcate me; he expecTed escApE Be BUT a fOrmAlity.

I wasn'T a NitwiT; i realizED tHE SCheME leaned on numeRous variablES. WhAt can I SaY? As mEdveloV elucIdATed: _the time for rEverSing coursE had loNG passed_...

bE the oriGin of tHe pHraSe, _In FOr A pEnnY,_ yOU seE.

stIll...AS we Rode to ThE MOuNt, I atTempTED TO recKon SeveRal cuRiosities:

'Ivan, DoeS IvoNA FyDorovIch knOw ThE MAjor iS her faTher?' I AsKed.

'She has no idea, Nor wIll she comPreHeNd,' tHe Poet sAId throUgh The Smushed Corner oF His MoUTH.

'is She aware of what is to OcCUR tOnight?'

MeDvelov PUlLeD Back the tAcKed BlinD ANd peeKed oUTsIde.

'Is IvoNa awarE?' i pReSsed.

'Nay,' meDvelov SaId aS he SlappED the Shade iNto place.

'then...tHEn what makes you CErtain she'll leAVe WITh YOu?'

'I'm Not Sitting here BecaUSe of UnceRTaIntY,' medveLov saId THrOUgh a yawn.

The whipped cRaCked...

OnCe.

TwiCe.

From high, The major belloWED A string oF oatHS aT The poor horses.

IT was tHen I recallED a fragmeNt of tHe converSation betWEEn the old SolDieR anD MeDVElOv in the librarY...

' _i OfteN tHink my tHirSt for veNgeAncE paLes To Your craviNgs,'_ annouNcEd ThE fOrmEr.

' _I neVEr deviseD a PlaN fOr mY life AFter leAving gimrY. EVeRYthIng happENeD THrouGh HaPpenStaNcE,_'said The lATteR.

' _DoubtfUl,'_ The MajoR reSPondEd.

crAck.

DoubTful.

Crack.

'The oLd Man's giving It To tHe team,' mEDvelov saId.

Doubtful...

'You believe in hAPpenstaNce,' i said RathEr
 The Major -as Nekabov- wo uld bide h is ti meunt il  Byk al a nd the futures on-i n-law, Petyor Ivanovic h, ap pe a red. Me dvelo v -hiss e lf , ofco ur se-  w a spenci led  to rea d a poem b efo re  the nuptial s  w ere exchan ged . During the  or atory,  T heM ajorwou ld sn eakily approa ch his fo il ;  and w h en vows w er e ex changed, The Majo r  s q uared the reco rd. Du ri n gt h e e nsu ing mayhem ,Medve l ov woul d  c l a i m I v ona and locat e me; he ex p ect ed esc ap e b e  but a  form al i ty. 

I wasn'ta ni twit; I r ealize d  the sc h eme lea ned on  nu mer ousv ar ia ble s. Wha t  c anI  sa y? As Me dv el ov el ucid a t e d : _T hetime  forreversing cou rse  had lon g pas sed_. ..
Be  theorigin  of t he  phrase, _In fo r apenny,_ y ouse e.
S till. . .as we  ro deto TheMount,I  at te m p t ed  to reckon several  c u r io sities:
'Ivan ,  d oe s  Ivona F yd oro vich k now T he M a jo r is her  fathe r ?'  I  asked. 
'She h as  no  id ea, n o r wi ll she  compreh end,' the poet saidt hrough the sm u sh e d  c o rner  of  his mouth. 

'I s  she  awa r eofw hat i s tooc c ur tonight?'

Medvelov  p ulledbackthe tacked bl ind and pe e k e d outsid e.
' Is Ivona aware?'I pre ssed.

'Na y ,' Medve lov s aid as h e slapped t he shade  in topla ce. 'T hen...then wh a t  mak es  you ce rta in she' lllea vewit hyou?'

'I 'm not s it ti ng  h ere  beca u se of un ce rta in ty, ' Med v elov s aid t hrou gh  a yaw n.

The wh i p pedcr ac ked. ..
O nce.
Twi c e.
From h igh, TheMaj o r be ll ow ed a st ring of oaths  a t the poor  h ors es.

I t was then  I recalled a fragmento f the c onv ersat ionbetween t heold so ldi e r andMedvel ov in  t hel i brary . . .
'_I  often thi n k  my  thir st  for  vengea nce pales to yourc rav ings,'_ annou nce d th e fo rme r .' _ In eve r devised a planfor my lif ea ft er leaving Gim ry . Every thing h appen e d throu gh happen stance,_' sa id t h e  la tter.

' _ Doubtful ,'_ The M a jor r e sp onded .
Crack. 
Dou btful .

Cra c k.
'The  old m an 's giv ing i tto the t eam,' Medvelov said.

D oubtfu l...
'Y ou believ e i n  ha ppenstanc e,'I said rat her 
 The_Major -as_Nekabov- would bide his_time until_Bykal_and the_future_son-in-law, Petyor Ivanovich,_appeared. Medvelov -hisself,_of course- was penciled_to read a_poem_before the nuptials were exchanged. During the oratory, The Major would sneakily approach his_foil;_and when_vows_were_exchanged, The Major squared the_record. During the ensuing mayhem,_Medvelov would_claim Ivona and locate me; he expected escape_be_but a formality.

I_wasn't a nitwit; I realized the scheme leaned on_numerous variables. What can I say?_As Medvelov elucidated:__The_time_for reversing course had_long passed_...

Be the origin of the_phrase, _In for a penny,_ you_see.

Still...as we rode to The Mount, I_attempted to reckon several curiosities:

'Ivan, does_Ivona Fydorovich know The Major_is her_father?' I asked.

'She has no_idea, nor will_she comprehend,'_the poet said_through the smushed corner of his_mouth.

'Is she aware_of what is to occur tonight?'

Medvelov_pulled_back the tacked_blind_and_peeked outside.

'Is_Ivona aware?' I_pressed.

'Nay,'_Medvelov said_as_he slapped the shade into place.

'Then...then_what_makes you certain she'll leave with you?'

'I'm_not sitting here because_of_uncertainty,' Medvelov said through_a yawn.

The whipped cracked...

Once.

Twice.

From high,_The Major bellowed a string of_oaths at_the poor_horses.

It was then I recalled a fragment of the conversation between_the old soldier and Medvelov in_the library...

' _I often_think my_thirst_for vengeance pales_to_your cravings,'__announced the former.

' _I never devised a_plan for_my life after leaving Gimry. Everything_happened through happenstance,_'said the_latter.

'__Doubtful,'_ The Major responded.

Crack.

Doubtful.

Crack.

'The old man's_giving it to the team,' Medvelov_said.

Doubtful...

'You believe in happenstance,' I_said_rather