A Little Drabble Do Ya: A Poetic Interlude

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“What’s that you’re reading, Illya?”

“A book.”

“That much I can see, smart – alecky Russian.”

“It is ‘Sonnets from the Portuguese’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.”

“Poetry? I didn’t take you for the poetic type, Tovarisch.”

“I am Russian, Napoleon; poetry is in my blood. It moves through me with every beat of my heart. It makes my reality a little brighter and colors my dreams with vivid images of pure imagination. I enjoy reading it.”

“You sound like you could enjoy writing poetry, Illya. Have you ever tried?”

“I have.”

“May I read it?”

“Let me think about that, Napoleon.”