“This must be heaven. The trees, the little stream…” “The manifestation of Beethoven’s 6th, isn’t it?” Collapsing back into the grass, the Russian sighed. “But I’d rather not find my way to your heaven quite yet.” “I’m sure there is room there for even your reprobate Communist soul,” Solo jibed gently. “Your heaven may compromise to accept me, but I may not wish to go there yet.” “Feels so good to rest…” “But I am bleeding...more steadily. I nominate you to go to the chemist’s shop in that village and fetch supplies...” Sigh… “Okay, I’ll go, Illya.” Silence “Illya?!”
“This must be heaven. The trees, the little stream…”
“The manifestation of Beethoven’s 6th, isn’t it?” Collapsing back into the grass, the Russian sighed. “But I’d rather not find my way to your heaven quite yet.”
“I’m sure there is room there for even your reprobate Communist soul,” Solo jibed gently.
“Your heaven may compromise to accept me, but I may not wish to go there yet.”
“Feels so good to rest…”
“But I am bleeding...more steadily. I nominate you to go to the chemist’s shop in that village and fetch supplies...”
Sigh… “Okay, I’ll go, Illya.”
Silence
“Illya?!”
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Oh, gosh. I do hope Illya has only fallen asleep!
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Was it tricky? I thought the words were pretty good this time around. I thought you handled them masterfully!
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