"No one says them," exclaimed Sasha in despair.
"There, you see how he lies?" said Peredonov. "He ought to be well punished. He must tell the truth as to who says these nasty words, because our gymnasia might get a bad name and we could do nothing against it."
"You had better let him go, Ardalyon Borisitch," said Kokovkina. "How can he inform against his companions? They'd make his life unbearable if he did."
"He's obliged to tell," said Peredonov angrily. "Because it would be very useful. We will take measures to stop it."
"But they'll beat him," said Kokovkina irresolutely.
"They won't dare. If he's afraid, then let him tell in secret."
"Well, Sashenka, tell in secret. No one will know that it's you."
Sasha cried silently. Kokovkina drew him to her, embraced him, and for a long time whispered in his ear, but he shook his head negatively.
"He doesn't want to," said Kokovkina.
"Try a birch on him, then he'll talk," said Peredonov savagely. "Bring me a birch, I'll make him talk."