Contunuation...
"Now, comrades: who sneezed?" Absolute silence.
"Third row! Stand up! Guards!
Op...."
"Wait! Wait!" From the sixth row a man rises, shaking
so hard with fear that he can barely stay on his legs.
"Please! Comrade Stalin! It was me. I sneezed."
Stalin fixes his eye on the wretch. The entire audience
watches, paralysed.
"You sneezed?"
"Yes, Comrade Stalin, yes. It was me."
"Bless you, comrade!"