The“noblegentleman“utteredallthisinasoft，sugarytenor，wrinklinguphisnarrowforeheadandemittingcreakingsoundsfromhisred，frozenlittlenose。Ptahalistenedandlookedaskanceathiminwonder，continuallyshrugginghisshoulders。
Aftergoingnearlyfivemilestheconstablesandthetrampsatdownonamoundtorest。
“Evenadogknowshisname，“Ptahamuttered。“MynameisAndryushka，hisisNikandr；everymanhashisholyname，anditcan’tbeforgotten。Nohow。“
“Whohasanyneedtoknowmyname？“sighedthetramp，leaninghischeekonhisfist。“Andwhatadvantagewoulditbetomeiftheydidknowit？IfIwereallowedtogowhereIwould——butitwouldonlymakethingsworse。Iknowthelaw，Christianbrothers。
NowIamatrampwhodoesn’trememberhisname，andit’stheverymostiftheysendmetoEasternSiberiaandgivemethirtyorfortylashes；butifIweretotellthemmyrealnameanddescriptiontheywouldsendmebacktohardlabour，Iknow！“