Inspector. Sit down, sit down....
Shopkeeper. Don’t trouble.... Well, on Saturday I was in the town, and I was kept a bit late. Well, I tore off home as hard as my legs would carry me—There! I thought, my wife’ll be waiting—family matters, you know—and the tea’ll all be kept about——
Inspector. Yes, yes, family matters....
Shopkeeper. Well, there’s a hand in my factory—Ivàn Anàniev——
Inspector. Well? I suppose he got drunk, or made a row, or something?
Shopkeeper. It’s worse than that, sir—I’d ’ave put up with that—he’s stolen my cutter.
Inspector. What’s a cutter?
Shopkeeper. Why, you see, sir, it’s a sort of thing, ... for the stuff like that we weave, you know, in our line of business....
Inspector. Ah! I understand.
Shopkeeper. So I said to him: “Ivàn Anàniev, you come with me to the Police Inspector.” And what d’you think he said? “I don’t care for your Inspector,” says he!