 assumed Medvelov roused hisself and braced for another protracted sermon. Yet, no stumbling footfalls resonated; I looked up, squinted and caught a woman overlooking the second story decouner. We locked peepers for a second; then, in a cyclone of wispy hair, she disappeared from whence departed.

# CHAPTER 17b

"I Became Aware..."

The majesty of manifestation,

The beauty of memories,

The power to live without corollary.

To don a mask from a primeval colonnade.

And roam, staid...

Hover above the fray.

Lives relived, reviled, reemployed with alternate terminations.

The indulgence of imagination...

A vein bonding birth and damnation!

What luxury exists in recollection?

'Tis restoration!

Redemption!

_Humph_...

I'm not afforded lustrous ruminations;

Disdain infuses germy ruinations!

I didn't tell Iliosovy about my interaction with Medvelov.

Instead, I sketched the image of the pistol in my head.

And I heeded instruction to _mind our tongues._

_Ugh_, comrade, nursing secrets is a terrible way to live...

I became aware of a tightening in my chest what increased in increments every hour.

Writing proved impossible.

Troubling dreams chased me from slumber.

Curses, the omnipresent _EEEEEEEEEE_!

I worried The Major would do something _more_ idiotic; I pictured a frustrated Medvelov jamming the weapon against the old soldier's skull and...

_Hm_...

It wasn't meant to be.

It was _never_ meant to be.

To be, or not to be!

He-he!

Oh, how the scoundrel played me!

Oh, his scheme...

Woe, how I fit like a puzzle piece!

Ahem.

So, now you know why solace from imagination fails to pacify me.

It _must_ be destiny!

It _must_ be...

# CHAPTER 18

### Medvelov's Plan

We
assumed Medvelov roused hisself and braced for another protracted sermon. so far, no stumble footfalls resonated; I looked up, squint and caught a woman dominate the second report decouner. We locked voyeur for a second; then, in a cyclone of wispy hair, she disappeared from whence depart. 

 # CHAPTER 17b 

 " I Became Aware... " 

 The majesty of expression, 

 The smasher of memories, 

 The power to exist without corollary. 

 To don a mask from a primeval arcade. 

 And roam, staid... 

 Hover above the fray. 

 Lives relived, vilify, reemployed with alternate terminations. 

 The indulgence of imagination... 

 A vein bonding birth and damnation! 

 What lavishness exists in recall? 

' Tis restoration! 

 Redemption! 

 _ Humph _... 

 I'm not afforded lustrous rumination; 

 Disdain infuses germy ruinations! 

 I didn't tell Iliosovy about my interaction with Medvelov. 

 Instead, I sketched the image of the pistol in my head. 

 And I heeded instruction to _ mind our tongues. _ 

 _ Ugh _, comrade, nursing secrets is a terrible way to live... 

 I became mindful of a tightening in my thorax what increased in increase every hour. 

 Writing testify impossible. 

 Troubling dreams chased me from slumber. 

 execration, the omnipresent _ EEEEEEEEEE _! 

 I worry The Major would do something _ more _ idiotic; I visualize a frustrated Medvelov jamming the weapon against the old soldier's skull and... 

 _ Hm _... 

 It wasn't meant to be. 

 It was _ never _ meant to be. 

 To be, or not to be! 

 He - he! 

 Oh, how the scoundrel played me! 

 Oh, his scheme... 

 Woe, how I fit like a puzzle piece! 

 Ahem. 

 So, nowadays you know why consolation from imagination fails to pacify me. 

 It _ must _ be destiny! 

 It _ must _ be... 

 # CHAPTER 18 

 # # # Medvelov's Plan 

 We
 asdumed Medvelov roused hirself and braceb for aiother lrotractdd sermon. Yet, no stumbling florfallw resonated; I looked uo, squintef and cayght q woman ovxdlookinn the decoud story decounet. We locked [eepers for a vezoud; then, in a cyclone of wispy hair, sre disalpfared from whegce cqparfvd.

# CHAPTER 17b

"I Became Aware..."

The mzjesty mf manifestatoon,

The beauty of memories,

Tje plwer to live withokt corollari.

Fo qin a mask frum a primencl colonnadg.

And roam, staid...

Hover above the ffay.

Lires relived, rwvipgd, reemployev with alternate tcgminatimns.

The ondulgence of lmagiiatiin...

A vein bonding birti and damnation!

What juxury exhscs in recollection?

'Tis rwstordtiot!

Reddnptkon!

_Gukpg_...

I'm noh ahforded lusfrous ruminqtions;

Disdain infusts dvtmy ruinatiohs!

I diqn'e tell Iliosovy about my interaction wiuh Mesvelov.

Instead, I sketchee the image of the pidtol in mr head.

And I heeded instruction to _mind our tonguev._

_Ugh_, roorabc, vyrding secrets is a terrible way to live...

I becamq aeage of a tighteninn in my chest what ijctgased in increoents zbedy hour.

Writing proged impjssiboe.

Troubligg dteams chased me from slumbee.

Curses, the jnnipresent _EEEEEEEZEE_!

I worried The Majot would do something _moxe_ idiktic; I pictkred a frhrtrated Medvelov jakmhng the weapon against the old soldmer's xkull avd...

_Hm_...

Ot wasg't meant tl be.

Ib was _never_ meant tl be.

Tl te, or not ho be!

He-he!

Oh, how the scoundrel played me!

Oh, his swheke...

Woe, hoc I fib like a puzzle piece!

Ahem.

So, npw you hnow dhy solace from ikagination sails to pacixi me.

It _must_ bx destiny!

Yt _myst_ ve...

# CHAPGDR 18

### Medvelov's Llan

We
assumed Medvelov roused hisself and braced for sermon. no stumbling resonated; I looked woman the second story We locked peepers a second; then, in a cyclone wispy hair, she disappeared from whence departed. # CHAPTER 17b "I Became Aware..." majesty of manifestation, The beauty of memories, The power to live without corollary. don mask a colonnade. And roam, staid... Hover above the fray. Lives relived, reviled, reemployed with alternate terminations. The of imagination... A vein bonding birth and damnation! luxury exists in recollection? restoration! Redemption! _Humph_... I'm not lustrous Disdain infuses ruinations! didn't Iliosovy about my with Medvelov. Instead, I sketched the image of the pistol in my head. And I heeded instruction _mind our comrade, nursing is terrible to live... I of a tightening in my chest increments every hour. Writing proved impossible. Troubling dreams me from Curses, the omnipresent _EEEEEEEEEE_! I worried Major would do something _more_ idiotic; I pictured frustrated Medvelov jamming the weapon against the old soldier's skull and... _Hm_... It wasn't meant It was _never_ meant be. To be, not be! Oh, the scoundrel me! Oh, his scheme... Woe, how I fit like a puzzle Ahem. So, now you know why solace from imagination fails me. _must_ be destiny! _must_ be... # CHAPTER ### Plan We
 assumed Medvelov roused hissElf and bracEd for AnoTheR pRotrActeD sermon. Yet, no stUMbliNg footfalls resonated; I lOoked Up, SQuinTEd And caUght a woMAn OVErlOoKiNg tHe SEcOnd stOry DecouneR. We locked pEepErS for a second; tHEn, In a cyclone Of wIspy hair, she dIsaPpeareD fRom WHence DepArted.

# cHAPTEr 17B

"I BecaMe Aware..."

ThE mAJesty oF ManifesTATiOn,

ThE beauty of memories,

tHe POwer to live withOut corOlLArY.

tO doN a mAsk from a prImEval cOLonnade.

aNd ROAM, stAId...

Hover above tHe fray.

Lives REliVed, revIlEd, rEEmployEd witH aLTerNate terminaTionS.

The indulGence oF ImaginaTIon...

A veiN bondiNg bIrtH and DAmNaTioN!

WHAt lUXuRy eXIstS in recolLeCtIon?

'TiS resTORATion!

redEmptIon!

_HuMph_...

I'm not afforDed LustROus RuminAtionS;

DisDaIn infUses geRmy ruInAtions!

I didn't telL IliOsovy abouT my InTerAcTion wITh MedvEloV.

InStead, I sKetched THe iMaGE OF tHe pistol in my head.

AnD I HEEdEd instruCtion tO _MiNd OUr tongueS._

_UGh_, cOmraDE, NursiNg seCReTs is a terRible wAY tO lIve...

I becAmE aware Of A tiGhtEning IN my cHest whAt increaSed in INcrements every HOur.

Writing proVEd IMPoSSiblE.

TrOubling dreaMs chASed mE froM SlUmbER.

CursEs, the OmNIpREsent _EEEEEEEEEE_!

I worRiEd The MAjor wOuld do somethiNg _more_ idioTIC; i pictureD a frUStRAted Medvelov jaMming The weapon aGAinst the Old soLdier's skUll and...

_Hm_...

IT WAsn't meanT to Be.

IT waS _neVER_ mEant to be.

To be, oR NOt to Be!

he-he!

Oh, hOw tHe scounDreL plAyeD me!

oh, His scheme...

woe, how I fIt LiKe A pUzzLe pieCE!

Ahem.

So, nOw You KnOw wHy solACe from ImagiNatiOn FaILs tO pacify ME.

IT _MUst_ bE dEsTiny!

it _mUsT_ be...

# CHaPTEr 18

### medVelov's PLan

We
 assumed Medvelov roused h isself and  brac edfor  a noth er p rotracted serm o n. Y et, no stumbling footf allsre s onat e d;  I lo oked up ,  s q u int ed  a ndca u gh t a w oma n overl ooking the  se co nd story dec o un er. We loc ked  peepers for  asecond ;the n , ina c yclon e of w i spy ha ir, she d is a ppeare d  from w h e nc e de parted.

# CHAPTE R  1 7 b

"I Became A ware.. ." 
T h e  ma jes ty of mani fe stati o n,

The be a u t y o f  memories,

T he power to liv e with ou t c o rollar y.

T od ona mask from  a p rimeval c olonna d e.

And roam, s taid.. .
Hov er a b ov ethe  f r ay. 
L ive s  re lived, r ev il ed, r eemp l o y e d wi thalte rnate  terminations .
Thei ndu lgenc e ofimag in ation ...

A  vein  b onding birth an d da mnation!
Wh at  lu xu ry ex i sts in  re col lection ?

'Tis res to r a t io n!

Redemption!

_ Hu m p h_ ...

I'm  not a f fo rd e d lustro us  ru mina t i ons;
Dis d ai n infuse s germ y  r ui nations !
I did n' t t ell  Ilio s ovyaboutmy inter actio n  with Medvelov . 

Instead, Is ke t c he d  the  im age of thepist o l in  myh ea d.And I  heed ed in s truction to _mind o ur  tongu es._
_Ugh_, comra de, nursin g s ecrets i s at er r ible way to li ve... 

I became aware of  a ti ghtening  in my ch e s t what i ncr eas edini n cr ements everyh o ur.
W ritingpro ved imp oss ibl e.
Tr ou bling dre ams chas ed  m efr omslumb e r.

Curs es , t he  om nipre s ent _E EEEEE EEEE _! 
I  wo rried T h eM a jorwo ul d do  so me thing  _mo r e_idiotic ; I pictu red a fr us tr ated Me dvelov jammin gthe weapon  a gai nst th e old sold ier's skull and...

_Hm _ ...

It  wa sn'tmean t to be.
It  was _ nev e r_ mea nt tobe.
To  be , or no t to  be !
He-he!

O h ,  ho w the  s coun drel pl ayed me!

Oh, hiss che me...

Woe, h owI fi t li kea  p u zzl ep iec e ! 

Ahem.

So, no w you know  w h ysolace fro m  im ag ination  failsto pa c ify me. 

It _mus t_ be des ti ny!I t _ must_ be.. .

# CHA PTER 18
# ## Me d ve lov's  Pl an

We 
 assumed_Medvelov roused_hisself and braced for_another protracted_sermon._Yet, no_stumbling_footfalls resonated; I_looked up, squinted_and caught a woman_overlooking the second_story_decouner. We locked peepers for a second; then, in a cyclone of wispy hair,_she_disappeared from_whence_departed.

#_CHAPTER 17b

"I Became Aware..."

The majesty_of manifestation,

The beauty of memories,

The_power to_live without corollary.

To don a mask from a_primeval_colonnade.

And roam, staid...

Hover_above the fray.

Lives relived, reviled, reemployed with alternate terminations.

The_indulgence of imagination...

A vein bonding birth_and damnation!

What luxury_exists_in_recollection?

'Tis restoration!

Redemption!

_Humph_...

I'm not afforded_lustrous ruminations;

Disdain infuses germy ruinations!

I didn't_tell Iliosovy about my interaction with_Medvelov.

Instead, I sketched the image of the_pistol in my head.

And I heeded_instruction to _mind our tongues._

_Ugh_,_comrade, nursing_secrets is a terrible way_to live...

I became_aware of_a tightening in_my chest what increased in increments_every hour.

Writing proved_impossible.

Troubling dreams chased me from slumber.

Curses,_the_omnipresent _EEEEEEEEEE_!

I worried_The_Major_would do_something _more_ idiotic;_I_pictured a_frustrated_Medvelov jamming the weapon against the_old_soldier's skull and...

_Hm_...

It wasn't meant to be.

It_was _never_ meant to_be.

To_be, or not to_be!

He-he!

Oh, how the scoundrel played_me!

Oh, his scheme...

Woe, how I fit_like a_puzzle piece!

Ahem.

So,_now you know why solace from imagination fails to pacify me.

It__must_ be destiny!

It _must_ be...

# CHAPTER_18

### Medvelov's Plan

We