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...the minister of public parks himself
Good evening, General.
What? Oh yes. Yes good evening.
Permit me sir, I am Cherdyakov, Ivan Ilyitch. This is a great honor for me sir.
Like yourself, Dear General, I too serve the ministry of public parks, which is to say I serve you who is indeed himself the minister of public parks. I am the assistant chief clerk in the department of trees and bushes.
My wife would very much like to say hello General, this is she, my wife, Madame Cherdyakov.
How do you do.
Madame Brassilhov, this is my wife Madame Cherdyakov.
I just had the pleasure of meeting your husband.
And I am my wife's husband, how do you do Madame Brassilhov?
Sorry, terribly sorry.
I do hope you enjoy the play sir.
reared his head back and...
AAAAAAACHOOOOOO!!! Oh my goodness I'm sorry your excellency, I'm so terribly sorry!
Never mind it's alright.
Alright? It's certainly not alright! It was unpardonable. It was monstrous of me!
You make too much of the matter, let it rest.
How can I let it rest? It was inexcusable of me! Permit me to wipe your neck dear General, it's the least I can do!
Leave it be! It's alright I say!
But I splattered you sir! Your absolute head is splattered! It was an accident, an accident I assure you, but it's disgusting!
I'm sorry, my apologies.
The thing is your excellency, it came completely without warning. It was out of my nose before I could stifle it.
Shhh, yes certainly, I'm sorry... It's not a cold if that's what you were worrying about. Probably just a dust particle in the nostril.
I was completely charmed by it.
(tapping) Excuse me your excellency.
Who's tapping? Somebody's tapping me. Who's that tapping.
I'm tapping sir, I'm the tapper. Cherdyakov.
Stand back dear, it's the sneazer.
No no it's quite alright, I'm all sneezed out. I was just concerned of your going out into the night with a damp head.
Did you find it amusing?
Amusing? Oh my goodness yes! HA HA HA So true HA HA HA I haven't laughed like that in years.
Really? What part interested you the most?
The sneeze. When I sneezed on you sir, It was unforgivable.
...you're nothing to be sneezed at.
I'm ruined...ruined! He'll have me fired from treese and bushes and they'll have to send me down to branches and twigs!
Oh come on Ivan.
He's probably forgotten about it already.
You really think so?
And so they walked home in despair...
Perhaps I should buy him a gift, maybe some Turkish towels?