" "Me petition the Empewo'!" exclaimed Denisov, in a voice to which he tried hard to give the old energy and fire, but which sounded like an expression of irritable impotence.

" What for? If I were a wobber I would ask mercy, but I'm being court-martialed for bwinging wobbers to book.

Let them twy me, I'm not afwaid of anyone.

I've served the Tsar and my countwy honowably and have not stolen! And am I to be degwaded?... Listen, I'm w'iting to them stwaight.