The Death of a Civil Servant
One fine evening, a moody plebeian Ivan Dmitry Chervyakov, sitting in the second row of seats at the theater, was watching the light opera "The Bells of Korneville" with his binoculars. He watched the performance and felt immensely happy. But suddenly ...... novels often appear this "but suddenly". The writers were right: life is indeed full of unexpected events. But suddenly, his face scrunched up, his eyes rolled upward, his breathing stopped ...... he put down his binoculars, lowered his head, and he ...... sneezed! He sneezed, you see. No matter when or where, who sneezes cannot be prohibited. The crop duster sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even the dignitaries are inevitable. Everyone sneezes. Chervyakov did not panic, took out a small handkerchief to wipe his face, and, like a polite man, looked around: did his sneeze splash anyone? But then he couldn't help but panic. He saw that a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him was wiping his bald head and neck with his glove and muttering something under his breath. Chervyakov recognized the man as General Brizarov, the third-ranking civilian officer, who served in the transportation department.