A Russian couple were walking down the street in Moscow one night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining," he said to his wife.
She felt a drop also. "No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied.
"No, I'm sure it was just rain," he said.
Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw their local Communist Party official walking toward them. "Let's not fight about it," the man said, "Let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or snowing".
As the official approached, the man asked, "Please tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"
"Da; it's raining, of course," he replied, and walked on.
But the woman insisted: "I know that felt just like snow!" to which the man quietly replied:
"Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear".
Don't blame me. Blame Paul (A.).
I leave it to you, my readers, to decide what Paul (A.)'s punishment should be, because, as I see it, a simple dismissal from the stage is far too lenient.





