Anton Chekhov
One fine evening,a no less fine government clerk called Ivan Dmitritch Tchervyakov was sitting in the secondrow of the stalls,gazing through an opera glass at the Cloches de Corneville.He gazed and felt at the acme of bliss.But suddenly... In stories one so often meets with this"But suddenly".The authors are right:life is so full of surprises!But suddenlyhis face puckered up,his eyes disappeared,his breathing was arrested...he took the opera glass from his eyes,bent over and..."Aptchee!!!"he sneezed as you perceive.It is not reprehensible for anyone to sneeze anywhere.Peasants sneeze and so do police superintendents,and sometimes even privy councillors.All men sneeze.Tchervyakov was not in the least confused,he wiped his face with his handkerchief,and like a polite man,looked round to see whether he had disturbed anyone by his sneezing.But then hewas overcome with confusion.He saw that an old gentleman sitting in front of him in the first row of the stalls was carefully wiping his bald head and his neck with his glove and muttering something to himself.In the old gentleman,Tchervyakov recognised Brizzhalov,a civilian general serving in the Department of Transport.
"I have spattered him," thought Tchervyakov,"he is not the head of my department,but still it is awkward.I must apologise."
Tchervyakov gave a cough,bent his whole person forward,and whispered in the general's ear.
"Pardon,your Excellency,I spattered you accidentally..."
"Never mind,never mind."
"For goodness sake excuse me,I...I did not mean to.""Oh,please,sit down!Let me listen!"Tchervyakov was embarrassed,he smiled stupidly and fell to gazing at the stage.He gazed at it but was no longer feeling bliss.He began to be troubled by uneasiness.In the interval,he went up to Brizzhalov,walked beside him,and overcoming his shyness,muttered:
"I spattered you,your Excellency,forgive me ...you see...I didn't do it to..."