abov at the door; he thumped his hat twice to agitate spores and then said, 'Regrets for the tardiness. My driver, the incompetent! We rode in circles for an hour! Of course, it would help if you were on the beaten path. Why have you staked roots _here_? You should strive for something befitting a man of success!'

'I value serenity a mite more than you,' I said. 'Besides, one novel does not make the novelist a fortune.'

'I cannot help with tranquility,' Nekabov said. 'But of fortune, I'm capable.'

'Then let us confer,' I said, sweeping an arm to welcome him in.

'We shall, but please, I have my Drozhki out front. I'd like to put my horses into shelter. My boy can wait with the beasts. Perhaps he can mastermind a less circuitous route back to V——.'

Once his business had been handled, Nekabov sat at the table and cleared his throat.

'First, a couple hands,' I announced, nodding at the deck of cards.

'Fabulous,' Nekabov said with zero enthusiasm.

The three of us engaged in trivial conversation and played several games of find the fool. Finally, Nekabov could bite his tongue no more. He placed his cards on the table and said, 'Eh...I'd like to speak about the purpose of my visit.'

I glanced at Iliosovy. He paused in the middle of a throw and cocked his head.

Continued Nekabov: 'Comrade author, your newest work in progress...mayhap you have an idea when it might be finished?'

'We were just speaking of the subject,' Iliosovy said. He gathered his cards into a pile and added, 'Are you aware large publishing houses are courting our comrade?'

Nekabov propagated agitation and huffed: 'Nonsense! No copyreader in a big house will have the time, nor the inclination, to treat your work with caring hands. Yes, I have plans, comrade! I'm devoting a section of Sunday's edition to the arts! Think of it: an entire panel showcasing talent! What's more, I have other young, brilliant writers under contract. In no time, my paper will hold sway
abov at the door; he thumped his hat twice to agitate spore and then say,' Regrets for the tardiness. My driver, the incompetent! We rode in circle for an hour! Of naturally, it would help if you were on the beaten path. Why have you impale roots _ here _? You should strive for something befit a valet of success!' 

' I rate serenity a mite more than you,' I suppose.' Besides, one novel does not make the novelist a fortune.' 

' I cannot help with tranquility,' Nekabov said.' But of fortune, I'm adequate to.' 

' Then let us confer,' I said, sweeping an sleeve to welcome him in. 

' We shall, but please, I have my Drozhki out front. I'd wish to put my sawhorse into shelter. My boy can wait with the animal. Perhaps he can mastermind a less circuitous route back to V——.' 

 Once his business had been handled, Nekabov sat at the table and cleared his throat. 

' First, a couple hands,' I announced, nodding at the deck of cards. 

' Fabulous,' Nekabov said with zero enthusiasm. 

 The three of us engaged in fiddling conversation and played several plot of witness the fool. Finally, Nekabov could bite his clapper no more. He placed his cards on the table and said,' Eh... I'd wish to speak about the purpose of my visit.' 

 I glanced at Iliosovy. He paused in the middle of a throw and cocked his head. 

 Continued Nekabov:' Comrade author, your newest workplace in progress... mayhap you get an theme when it might be finished?' 

' We were just speaking of the national,' Iliosovy said. He gathered his cards into a voltaic pile and added,' Are you aware large publishing house are courting our brother?' 

 Nekabov propagated agitation and huffed:' folderal! No copyreader in a big house will have the clock time, nor the inclination, to regale your work with caring hands. Yes, I receive plans, comrade! I'm devoting a section of Sunday's edition to the arts! Think of it: an entire panel showcasing talent! What's more, I have early young, brilliant writer under contract. In no time, my paper will hold sway
abog at the door; he thumped his hat twice jo agitave sporss and tfen said, 'Regrets for the tarvinews. My driver, the incompeteng! We rode in circoes hor an hour! Of course, it would melp nf you were on tme beaten pdth. Why have ymu scaked roots _here_? You should strive fjr someyhlng befitting w mam of alcgess!'

'I value serenity a mite more than ymu,' I said. 'Besodes, one novel does not mane tje novelist a fortkne.'

'I cannot hel[ with tranquklity,' Nekabov said. 'But of fortune, I'm capable.'

'Then let js coufer,' I said, sqeeohng an arm vo welbome him in.

'We shall, bgt pleaxe, I have my Dvozhkm our front. I'd like to puv my horses into shejter. My bmy can wait with thw veastv. Peshapr he cah kaatermijd e less circhitous routw back to V——.'

Once his btwiness had besn hanqlqd, Nekabov sat at the table and cleared hia throat.

'First, a couple yands,' I announced, nodfing at tre deck of cards.

'Fabulous,' Nekabov said with zero etthusmarm.

Tkc gyrfe of us engaged in trivial conversation and [mauec several gamef of find tne fpjl. Finally, Neyabov ekumd bite his tongue no morg. He poaced his carcs on the table and said, 'Eh...U'd like to sieak about the purpose of my visic.'

I glamced st Iliosovy. He paused iu the jiddle of a throw ans cocked his head.

Zonninuad Nekabov: 'Comrade author, rour newewt wprk in orogtess...mayrap you hage an idea when it might be fnnishad?'

'We were uust speaking of the subject,' Ilmpsovy said. Hg gdthvred his eards lnto a pile and added, 'Are you aware jarge publishinf housev are courtyng our comragg?'

Nekabov propegated agytatuon qnd hufwdd: 'Nonsense! No copyreadvr in q big house will heve jhs time, nor the nucoination, to trest houw aock wiev caring hangs. Yds, K have plans, comrcdd! I'm devoting a section mf Shnday's edition to yhc arts! Thunk of ie: an entire psnel showcasing tapent! Xhat's oore, O hwve other young, brilliant writsrs under coktract. In no eime, my paper wikl hold sway
abov at the door; he thumped his to spores and said, 'Regrets for incompetent! rode in circles an hour! Of it would help if you were the beaten path. Why have you staked roots _here_? You should strive for befitting a man of success!' 'I value serenity a mite more than you,' said. one does make the novelist a fortune.' 'I cannot help with tranquility,' Nekabov said. 'But of fortune, I'm 'Then let us confer,' I said, sweeping an to welcome him in. shall, but please, I have Drozhki front. I'd to my into shelter. My can wait with the beasts. Perhaps he can mastermind a less circuitous route back to V——.' Once business had Nekabov sat the and his throat. 'First, hands,' I announced, nodding at the 'Fabulous,' Nekabov said with zero enthusiasm. The three us engaged trivial conversation and played several games find the fool. Finally, Nekabov could bite his no more. He placed his cards on the table and said, 'Eh...I'd like to speak purpose of my visit.' glanced at Iliosovy. paused the of throw and his head. Continued Nekabov: 'Comrade author, your newest work in progress...mayhap have an idea when it might be finished?' 'We were of subject,' Iliosovy said. gathered his cards into pile added, 'Are you aware houses courting propagated and 'Nonsense! No copyreader in big house will have the nor the inclination, to hands. Yes, I have plans, comrade! I'm devoting section of Sunday's edition to the arts! of it: an entire panel showcasing talent! What's more, I have other brilliant writers In no time, my paper will hold sway
abov at the door; he thumped his Hat twice to AgitaTe sPorEs And tHen sAid, 'Regrets for tHE tarDiness. My driver, the incomPetenT! WE Rode IN cIrcleS for an hOUr! oF CouRsE, iT woUlD HeLp if yOu wEre on thE beaten patH. WhY hAve you staked ROoTs _here_? You sHouLd strive for sOmeThing bEfIttINg a maN of SucceSs!'

'I valUE serenIty a mite mOrE Than yoU,' i said. 'BeSIDeS, one Novel does not make tHE nOVelist a fortune.'

'i cannoT hELp WITh tRanQuility,' NekAbOv saiD. 'but of foRTuNE, i'M caPAble.'

'Then let us Confer,' I said, SWeePing an ArM to WElcome Him in.

'we SHalL, but please, I Have My Drozhki Out froNT. I'd like TO put my hOrses iNto SheLter. mY bOy Can WaIT wiTH tHe bEAstS. Perhaps He CaN mastErmiND A LEss cIrcUitoUs rouTe back to V——.'

Once His BusiNEss Had beEn hanDled, neKabov Sat at tHe tabLe And cleared his thRoat.

'first, a couPle HaNds,' i aNnounCEd, noddIng At tHe deck oF cards.

'FABulOuS,' nEKaBov said with zero entHuSIAsM.

The threE of us eNGaGeD In triviaL cOnvErsaTIOn and PlayED sEveral gaMes of fINd ThE fool. FiNaLly, NekAbOv cOulD bite HIs toNgue no More. He plAced hIS cards on the tabLE and said, 'Eh...I'd lIKe TO SpEAk abOut The purpose oF my vISit.'

I GlanCEd At ILIosovY. He paUsED iN The middle of a throw anD cOcked hIs heaD.

Continued NekAbov: 'ComradE AUThor, your NeweST wORk in progress...maYhap yOu have an idEA when it mIght bE finisheD?'

'We were juST Speaking Of tHe sUbjEct,' iLIoSovy said. He gatHERed hIs Cards inTo a Pile and AddEd, 'ARe yOu aWaRe large puBlishing HoUsEs ArE coUrtinG Our comraDe?'

nekAbOv pRopagATed agiTatioN and HuFfED: 'NoNsense! NO CoPYReadEr In A big HouSe Will hAve tHE tiMe, nor thE inclinatIon, TO treAt YoUr work wIth caring handS. YEs, I have plaNs, ComRade! I'm DEVoting a sEction of Sunday's edition tO The arts! thiNk of iT: an eNtire paneL shOwcasiNg tALent! WhAt's morE, I havE oTheR YOung, bRILlIanT wRiters undeR COntRact. IN nO timE, my papeR will hold sway
abov at the door; he thump ed his hat  twic e t o a gi tate  spo res and then s a id,'Regrets for the tardi ness.  M y  dri v er , the  incomp e te n t ! W ero dein ci rcles  fo r an ho ur! Of cou rse ,it would hel p  i f you were  on  the beatenpat h. Why  h ave you s tak ed ro ots _h e re_? Y ou should  s t rive f o r somet h i ng  bef itting a man of s u cc e ss!'

'I value  seren it y  a m ite  mo re than yo u, ' I s a id. 'Be s id e s ,  on e  novel does n ot make the nov elistafor t une.'
'I c an n othelp with t ranq uility,'Nekabo v  said.' But offortun e,I'm  cap a bl e. '
'T h enl et  us con fer,' Isa id , swe epin g a n  arm  to  wel comehim in.

'Wesha ll,b utpleas e, Ihave  m y Dro zhki o ut fr on t. I'd like toputmy horses  in to  sh el ter.M y boycan  wa it with  the be a sts .P e r ha ps he can mastermi nd a  l ess circ uitous ro ut e  back to  V ——. '

O n c e his  bus i ne ss had b een ha n dl ed , Nekab ov  sat a tthe  ta ble a n d cl earedhis thro at.
' First, a coupl e  hands,' I an n ou n c ed ,  nod din g at the de ck o f  car ds.'F abu l ous,'  Neka bo v  s a id with zero enthus ia sm.

T he th ree of us eng aged in tr i v i al conve rsat i on and played sev eralgames of f i nd the f ool.Finally,  Nekabovc o uld bite  hi s t ong uen o  m ore. He place d hisca rds onthe  tableand  sa id,  'E h. ..I'd lik e to spe ak  a bo ut  th e pur p ose of m yvis it .'
I gl a nced a t Ili osov y.  H e  pa used in th e midd le  o f athr ow  andcock e d h is head .

Contin ued Neka bo v:  'Comra de author, yo ur  newest wo rk  in  progr e s s...mayh ap you have an idea whe n  it mig htbe fi nish ed?'

'We  we re jus t s p eaking  of th e sub je ct, ' Ilios o v ysai d.  He gather e d  hi s car ds  int o a pil e and added, 'Arey ouaware large p ubl ishi n g  h ous e sa reco u rti n g  our comrade?'
Nekabov p ro p ag ated agita t ion  a nd huff ed: 'No nsens e ! No co pyreaderin a bigho usew i llhave the t ime, nor  the incl i natio n ,to tr eat  yourwo rkwithcaring han ds. Y es, Iha ve pla ns, c om rade! I' m devoting a section of  Sunda y's e dit ion to th e a r ts!  Think of  it:  an entire  pa nel  show cas i ng ta lent !  W hat ' s mor e, I have othe r  y oun g ,  b rilliant wr i t e rsunder  co n tract.  Inno time, my paper will hold sway 
abov at_the door;_he thumped his hat_twice to_agitate_spores and_then_said, 'Regrets for_the tardiness. My_driver, the incompetent! We_rode in circles_for_an hour! Of course, it would help if you were on the beaten path._Why_have you_staked_roots__here_? You should strive for_something befitting a man of_success!'

'I value_serenity a mite more than you,' I said._'Besides,_one novel does_not make the novelist a fortune.'

'I cannot help with_tranquility,' Nekabov said. 'But of fortune,_I'm capable.'

'Then let_us_confer,'_I said, sweeping an_arm to welcome him in.

'We shall,_but please, I have my Drozhki_out front. I'd like to put my_horses into shelter. My boy can_wait with the beasts. Perhaps_he can_mastermind a less circuitous route_back to V——.'

Once_his business_had been handled,_Nekabov sat at the table and_cleared his throat.

'First,_a couple hands,' I announced, nodding_at_the deck of_cards.

'Fabulous,'_Nekabov_said with_zero enthusiasm.

The three_of_us engaged_in_trivial conversation and played several games_of_find the fool. Finally, Nekabov could bite_his tongue no more._He_placed his cards on_the table and said, 'Eh...I'd_like to speak about the purpose_of my_visit.'

I glanced_at Iliosovy. He paused in the middle of a throw and_cocked his head.

Continued Nekabov: 'Comrade author,_your newest work in_progress...mayhap you_have_an idea when_it_might be_finished?'

'We were just speaking of the subject,'_Iliosovy said._He gathered his cards into a_pile and added, 'Are_you_aware large publishing houses are courting_our comrade?'

Nekabov propagated agitation and huffed:_'Nonsense! No copyreader in a_big_house_will have the time, nor_the inclination, to treat your work_with caring hands._Yes, I have plans, comrade! I'm devoting_a_section of Sunday's edition to the_arts!_Think of it: an entire panel_showcasing_talent!_What's more, I have other_young, brilliant writers under contract. In_no time, my paper will hold sway