Inspector. Fetch Ivàn Anàniev here.
Grigòriev (opening the door). Kondràtiev! Where’s Ivàn Anàniev? Dost thou know who it is? Fetch him to the master.... Ivàn Ana—à—aniev!
(Enter Ivàn Anàniev.)
Inspector. What is your name?
Ivàn Anàniev. Ha’nt got none; time to die soon.
Inspector. What do you say?
Ivàn Anàniev. Don’t know nothin’.
Inspector. Take him to the lock-up.
Ivàn Anàniev. Koùzma Petròvich ’as jes’ made it all up agin me, ’cause I wouldn’t mix up in any o’ his fine tricks.
Inspector. Take him away.