Koch. Of course I do—she’s married.
Agàfia. Oh no! that would be nothing; but she’s broken her leg.
Arìna. And very badly too. She was coming home late at night in a drozhki, and the coachman was tipsy and overturned it.
Koch. Ah! yes; I remember, of course; I knew she’d got married, or broken her leg, or something of that kind!
Arìna. And your name?
ARÌNA: “WHAT IS THE GENTLEMAN’S NAME?”
KOCHKARYÒV: “PODKOLYÒSSIN—IVÀN KOUZMÌCH PODKOLYÒSSIN.”
Koch. My name? Why Ilia Fòmich Kochkaryòv. We’re almost relations, you know. My wife is always talking about—but allow me, allow me. (Takes Podkolyòssin by the arm and leads him forward.) My friend Ivàn Kouzmìch Podkolyòssin, aulic counsellor, sub-director in a Department. It’s he that does all the business and manages everything in the most admirable way.
Arìna. What is the gentleman’s name?
Koch. Podkolyòssin—Ivàn Kouzmìch Podkolyòssin. The director is simply put there as a figure head: all the business is done by Ivàn Kouzmìch.