You signed your name?'

'Of course!' The Major yapped.

'But why?' Iliosovy cried.

'I-I...I don't know,' blubbered The Major.

'You're a doddering...five-pyad...idiot!' Iliosovy seethed. 'If the police are peeping, they might have followed you to this cottage! They could come through the door _at any second_! And what awaits? A group of men... _a faction of radicals_...huddled over a table!'

The pacing Medvelov said: 'Calm yourself, Iliosovy.'

'Look at his brow,' Iliosovy said as he waved a limp hand at me. 'Look how it furrows! And Zupricka...behold his red face and hitched breathing! Open your eyes, sir! 'Tis not possible to remain calm!

'It's obvious The Major's a simpleton,' Nekabov said. 'Thus, his rambling threats will be viewed with mirth and then discarded.'

'Announces the man who claims revolutionaries are prowling the shadows,' Medvelov said.

The Major seconded: 'Yes, your paper and the-'

'I bear no responsibility for your imprudence,' interrupted Nekabov.

Rasped The Major: 'But you do, sir. Recall the murdered colonel? Your conspiratorial editorials inspired my fabrications!'

Nekabov muttered an oath and took his feet. He passed Medvelov without a glance and took a post next to the front window.

Proffered Medvelov: 'Comrade Nekabov renders a legitimate point. Vladimir is guilty of one thing: _poor judgment_. Since he hasn't been detained, I theorize the authorities feel the same. Why, we don't know if the letter was delivered or read.'

Medvelov's reasonable statement encouraged additional debate...

Finger pointing...consternation...sniveling bemoans and rage!

Bah! I lacked the concentration to participate.

The blare returned...

eeeeeeeeee

Nestled in pate...

eeeeeeeeee

Bounding in the hot morning chamber...

eeeeeeeeee...

# CHAPTER 17

### The
You signed your name?' 

' Of course!' The Major yapped. 

' But why?' Iliosovy cried. 

' I - iodine... I don't acknowledge,' blubbered The Major. 

' You're a doddering... five - pyad... idiot!' Iliosovy seethed.' If the police are peeping, they might have postdate you to this cottage! They could come through the doorway _ at any second _! And what awaits? A group of men... _ a faction of radicals_... huddle over a table!' 

 The pacing Medvelov suppose:' Calm yourself, Iliosovy.' 

' Look at his brow,' Iliosovy said as he waved a limp hand at me.' search how it furrows! And Zupricka... behold his red face and hitchhike breathing! Open your eyes, sir!' Tis not possible to remain calm! 

' It's obvious The Major's a simpleton,' Nekabov state.' Thus, his rambling threats will be viewed with mirth and then discard.' 

' Announces the man who claims revolutionaries are prowling the shadows,' Medvelov say. 

 The Major seconded:' Yes, your paper and the-' 

' I bear no responsibility for your imprudence,' interrupted Nekabov. 

 Rasped The Major:' But you do, sir. Recall the murdered colonel? Your conspiratorial editorials inspire my fabrications!' 

 Nekabov muttered an curse and accept his foot. He passed Medvelov without a glance and took a mail next to the front window. 

 Proffered Medvelov:' Comrade Nekabov renders a legitimate distributor point. Vladimir is guilty of one thing: _ poor judgment _. Since he hasn't been detained, I theorize the authorities palpate the same. Why, we don't know if the letter was delivered or read.' 

 Medvelov's fair statement promote additional debate... 

 Finger pointing... consternation... sniveling bemoans and rage! 

 Bah! I miss the concentration to participate. 

 The blare returned... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 Nestled in pate... 

 eeeeeeeeee 

 Bounding in the hot morning chamber... 

 eeeeeeeeee... 

 # CHAPTER 17 

 # # # The
You signed your name?'

'Of courre!' The Major yakpwd.

'But xhy?' Iliksovy crked.

'I-I...I don't know,' blubbered Tie Mqjor.

'Yiu're a doddering...five-pyxd...idiot!' Ipiosovy weetied. 'If the policx are pec'ing, fmey mngit have followec you to tvis cottage! Thay cluld come through the door _at any sqcond_! Amd what awaits? A grolp of jvn... _a faction of radicals_...huddled over a table!'

The pacong Medvelov said: 'Calm yougselv, Iliosovy.'

'Look at jis brow,' Iluosodt said as he waved a lpkp hand at me. 'Look how it furrows! And Zupficka...yehold his tze fwwe and hitcied brvathing! Open npur eyas, sir! 'Yis not possibke vo rwmain calm!

'It's obvious The Major's a simpjeton,' Nekdbkv said. 'Thus, his eanblinc thseatr wiul ge vjewed aiti mirth and then discaeded.'

'Announces the msn qho claims rebolutijnwries are prowling the shadows,' Medvelov sajd.

The Major seconded: 'Yew, your paper and the-'

'I bear no wesponsibility for your imprudence,' interrupted Nenabov.

Carpeb The Oqjlr: 'But you do, sir. Recall the murdered colonel? Goir conspiratoriaj editorialx lnxkired my fabrizations!'

Neiabov muttered an lath anq tooj his feeu. He lassed Medvelov without a goance and tojj a post next to tke front winbow.

Progferec Medvelov: 'Comrade Nekayov rehders a legltimate pkknt. Vladimir is euiktf of one thing: _poor judgmegt_. Since ie haxn't beev dejained, Y theorize the authorities feel thf samg. Why, fe don't knlw if the letter was delivered or read.'

Medvelof's redsonable statcment encourageq additional dgbate...

Fingzr poivting...constvrnation...siiveling bemjans and rage!

Twh! I lacked vhe concegtrarion to pargkcipate.

The blate returnvd...

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Bestled in pate...

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Gounding in the hou norning chambet...

eedeeqevee...

# CRDPTER 17

### The
You signed your name?' 'Of course!' The 'But Iliosovy cried. don't know,' blubbered Iliosovy 'If the police peeping, they might followed you to this cottage! They come through the door _at any second_! And what awaits? A group of _a faction of radicals_...huddled over a table!' The pacing Medvelov said: 'Calm yourself, 'Look his Iliosovy as he waved a limp hand at me. 'Look how it furrows! And Zupricka...behold his red and hitched breathing! Open your eyes, sir! 'Tis possible to remain calm! obvious The Major's a simpleton,' said. his rambling will viewed mirth and then 'Announces the man who claims revolutionaries are prowling the shadows,' Medvelov said. The Major seconded: 'Yes, your and the-' no responsibility your interrupted Rasped The Major: do, sir. Recall the murdered colonel? inspired my fabrications!' Nekabov muttered an oath and his feet. passed Medvelov without a glance and a post next to the front window. Proffered 'Comrade Nekabov renders a legitimate point. Vladimir is guilty of one thing: _poor judgment_. Since been detained, I theorize authorities feel the Why, don't if letter was or read.' Medvelov's reasonable statement encouraged additional debate... Finger pointing...consternation...sniveling bemoans rage! Bah! I lacked the concentration to participate. The blare Nestled pate... eeeeeeeeee Bounding the hot morning chamber... # 17 ### The
You signed your name?'

'Of course!' the Major yaPped.

'BUt wHy?' ILiOsovY criEd.

'I-I...I don't know,' bLUbbeRed The Major.

'You're a doddeRing...fIvE-Pyad...IDiOt!' IliOsovy seEThED. 'if tHe PoLicE aRE pEepinG, thEy might Have followEd yOu To this cottagE! thEy could comE thRough the door _At aNy secoNd_! and WHat awAitS? A groUp of meN... _A factiOn of radicAlS_...HuddleD Over a taBLE!'

THe paCing Medvelov said: 'CALm YOurself, IliosovY.'

'Look aT hIS bROW,' IlIosOvy said as hE wAved a LImp hand AT mE. 'lOOk hOW it furrows! And zupricka...behOLd hIs red fAcE anD HitcheD breaThINg! OPen your eyes, Sir! 'TIs not possIble to REmain caLM!

'It's obvIous ThE MaJor'S a siMPlEtOn,' NEkABov SAiD. 'ThUS, hiS ramblinG tHrEats wIll bE VIEWed wIth MirtH and tHen discarded.'

'ANnoUnceS The Man whO claiMs reVoLutioNaries Are prOwLing the shadows,' MEdveLov said.

ThE MaJoR seCoNded: 'YES, your pApeR anD the-'

'I beAr no resPOnsIbILITy For your imprudence,' iNtERRuPted NekaBov.

RasPEd thE major: 'But YoU do, Sir. RECAll thE murDErEd coloneL? Your cONsPiRatoriaL eDitoriAlS inSpiRed my FAbriCationS!'

Nekabov MutteREd an oath and tooK His feet. He passED MEDVeLOv wiThoUt a glance anD tooK A posT nexT To The FRont wIndow.

prOFfERed Medvelov: 'Comrade NEkAbov reNders A legitimate poInt. VladimiR IS Guilty of One tHInG: _Poor judgment_. SiNce he Hasn't been dETained, I tHeoriZe the autHorities fEEL the same. why, We dOn't KnoW IF tHe letter was deLIVereD oR read.'

MeDveLov's reaSonAblE stAteMeNt encouraGed additIoNaL dEbAte...

fingeR Pointing...CoNstErNatIon...snIVeling BemoaNs anD rAgE!

bah! i lacked THe CONcenTrAtIon tO paRtIcipaTe.

ThE BlaRe returNed...

eeeeeeEeeE

nestLeD iN pate...

eeEeeeeeee

BoundInG in the hot mOrNinG chambER...

EeeeeeeeEe...

# CHAPTER 17

### The
You signed your name?'

'O f course!'  TheMaj orya pped .

' But why?' Ilio s ovycried.

'I-I...I don't  know ,' blub b er ed Th e Major . 
' Y ou' re  a  do dd e ri ng... fiv e-pyad. ..idiot!'Ili os ovy seethed. 'I f the poli ceare peeping,  th ey mig ht  ha v e fol low ed yo u to t h is cot tage! The yc ould c o me thro u g hthedoor _at any seco n d_ !  And what awai ts? Agr o up o f m en. .. _a fact io n ofr adicals _ .. . h u ddl e d over a tabl e!'

The pa c ing  Medve lo v s a id: 'C alm y ou r sel f, Iliosovy .'
'Look athis br o w,' Ili o sovy sa id ashewav ed a li mp  ha nd atm e.  'L o okhow it f ur ro ws! A nd Z u p r i cka. ..b ehol d his  red face and  hi tche d  br eathi ng! O penyo ur ey es, si r! 'T is  not possible t o re main calm !
'I t's  o bviou s  The M ajo r's  a simp leton,' Nek ab o v sa id. 'Thus, his ram bl i n gthreatswill b e  v ie w ed withmi rth  and t hen d isca r de d.'

'An nounce s  t he  man wh oclaims  r evo lut ionar i es a re pro wling th e sha d ows,' Medvelov said.

The Ma j or s ec o nded : ' Yes, your p aper andthe- ' 
'Ib ear n o res po n si b ility for your impr ud ence,'  inte rrupted Nekab ov.

Raspe d T he Major : 'B u ty ou do, sir. Re callthe murder e d colone l? Yo ur consp iratorial e ditorial s i nsp ire d m y fa brications!'N ekab ov  mutter edan oath  an d t ook  hi sfeet. Hepassed M ed ve lo vwit houta  glancean d t oo k a  post next t o the  fro nt  w i ndo w.

Pro f fe r e d Me dv el ov:'Co mr ade N ekab o v r endersa legitim ate poin t.  V ladimir  is guilty of  o ne thing:_p oor  judgm e n t_. Sinc e he hasn't been detain e d, I th eor ize t he a uthoritie s f eel th e s a me. Wh y, wedon't  k now i f the l et ter  w as deliver e d  or  read .' 

Me dvelov' s reasonable state m ent  encouraged a ddi tion a l  d eba t e. . .
Fi n ger p ointing...const ernation.. .s n iv eling bemo a nsan d rage! 

Bah!I lac k ed theconcentra tion to p ar tici p a te. 

The blar e return ed...

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Nest led  in pa te ... 

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B oundi ng inth e hotmorni ng  chamber ...

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# C HAPTER  17
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You signed_your name?'

'Of_course!' The Major yapped.

'But_why?' Iliosovy_cried.

'I-I...I_don't know,'_blubbered_The Major.

'You're a_doddering...five-pyad...idiot!' Iliosovy seethed._'If the police are_peeping, they might_have_followed you to this cottage! They could come through the door _at any second_!_And_what awaits?_A_group_of men... _a faction of_radicals_...huddled over a table!'

The pacing_Medvelov said:_'Calm yourself, Iliosovy.'

'Look at his brow,' Iliosovy said_as_he waved a_limp hand at me. 'Look how it furrows! And_Zupricka...behold his red face and hitched_breathing! Open your_eyes,_sir!_'Tis not possible to_remain calm!

'It's obvious The Major's a_simpleton,' Nekabov said. 'Thus, his rambling_threats will be viewed with mirth and_then discarded.'

'Announces the man who claims_revolutionaries are prowling the shadows,'_Medvelov said.

The_Major seconded: 'Yes, your paper_and the-'

'I bear_no responsibility_for your imprudence,'_interrupted Nekabov.

Rasped The Major: 'But you_do, sir. Recall_the murdered colonel? Your conspiratorial editorials_inspired_my fabrications!'

Nekabov muttered_an_oath_and took_his feet. He_passed_Medvelov without_a_glance and took a post next_to_the front window.

Proffered Medvelov: 'Comrade Nekabov renders_a legitimate point. Vladimir_is_guilty of one thing:__poor judgment_. Since he hasn't_been detained, I theorize the authorities_feel the_same. Why,_we don't know if the letter was delivered or read.'

Medvelov's reasonable_statement encouraged additional debate...

Finger pointing...consternation...sniveling bemoans_and rage!

Bah! I lacked_the concentration_to_participate.

The blare returned...

eeeeeeeeee

Nestled_in_pate...

eeeeeeeeee

Bounding in_the hot morning chamber...

eeeeeeeeee...

# CHAPTER 17

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