"What do you think of Korasov, eh?"        He put the newspaper away from his face. He hadn't done that because he wanted to see him only. He did want to catch some air. He had been digging into the information etched in the already folded lots of binded papers on his hand. He dropped it on the table as he did pick up the telephone and tapped some digits in and spoke over it:        "A cuppa and two cups of cappuccino."        "Why three cup?"        The man who was seating before him did seem to have a contention with his decision. Why wouldn't he of course? He was the only one with him in the office. There was no one else. He should be worried.       The elder man in fine and boxy suit wielded his face into a

     "What did you think I meant in the first place."         A new cuppa had been brought to him. He was all-smile. Lambz didn't know what to make of him anymore. He was tired of wanting to talk him outta it. He did know that the fellow would stick to whatever did seem pleasant to him. He was ready for it of course. He wouldn't push. There was no point in doing that. He had only had the time to make meaning of all which he couldn't address. He would figure out that soon. He wasn't so sure about it. He didn't want to nurse the thought. He would figure out sooner or later. He was acquainted with that fact. Twould always come around. He could say that over and over again. Of course he wouldn't regret saying that. All it didn't say it out if course. He had enclosed it in his rage. He was mastering the whole art. He wanted to be the dean of atrocity. He was more than glad that the whole thing was coming out c

   "Why would you do that."    His eyes were going fiery. There was nothing he could do to tame them. He didn't think that he did have it in mind to tame them. He didn't even know what he did have in mind. He was figuring what would had prompted that thoughtless act. That was the only meaning he could read to.  He did wish that he would be generous enough to allot quite the revered meaning to it. He couldn't help it simply. He didn't know how to make it make sense. He would try his best of course. He had tried all he could do. And that didn't even make any sense to him. He didn't know what would make sense anymore. He was trying to put up with the whole thoughts. He was trying to sieve the whole odds. He was trying to register his rage and identify what and what was useful and would be left of it. He wasn't sure what he was arriving at. He did hope that would do and he would be able to have his way. He didn't even know what way he was refer

       "What do you think we can do?"   That was from Dar. All of them were more than interested at that moment. He didn't know what to make of. They all should find a place in their hearts of course to register the odds which had been supplanted. Twasnt what they could ignore. Twasnt what he could put up with. He didn't know if he was the only held in the thought. He couldn't be really sure. He did want to be sure. He wanted to have the words fixed in the appropriate place. He did want to have his way around it. Everyone would want to do that. He did know that every of them wanted to do that. Why should he be exception then? He couldn't make meaning of it. He did want to identify with the rage and register what he couldn't put up with. He did know that he would be able to put up with the meaning sooner or later. He was more than sure about that. He did only want to figure out what he was supposed to do. He did want to understand what

    "What do you advise we do?"     The fairy walked ahead. It moved forward as though he was leaving for some better place or something close to that. It halted under the tree and tried to figure out what all that what owed to. It ignored it. That wasn't the best time. It turned and looked at the other two standing as though they were waiting on its order. Well, twas always great to feel bossy and have a way round situations. It wasn't feeling that Important, but that was the only meaning it could read to at that moment. She wouldn't hold back of course. What was the point?       "Ok! Lemme guess, I know what we should do."    It had been the one who had asked the question and was the same with the answer. No one of course was as confused as it was. With its brief structure as though twas some myth. It was very annoying and could be every appealing. He could approve of a lot