The Death of a Clerk

One fine evening, government clerk called Ivan Tchervyakov was sitting in the second row of the stalls, gazing through an opera .

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!

his face puckered up, his eyes disappeared, his breathing was arrested . . . but he did not sneeze. raised his head, he stared directly at the Authority in front of him, where he is naked. He crushed in front of it without disturbing anyone. Cruelly but without shame, he died on the spot.