Guard (at door R. C.). Where do you think you're going, shoving in like that?
Iván Petrovich. Why shouldn't I? The law says these sessions are public.
Guard. You can't get by and that's enough.
Iván Petrovich (in pity). Wretched peasant, you have no idea to whom you are speaking.
Guard. Be silent!
[Enter a YOUNG LAWYER from R. I.
Lawyer (to Petrovich). Are you here on business?
Iván Petrovich. No. I'm the public. But this wretched peasant won't let me pass.
Lawyer. There's no room for the public at this trial.
Iván Petrovich. Perhaps, but I am above the general rule.