was written by me, and the The Frigate of Hope
and The Moscow Telegraph.

ANNA. What! So you are Brambeus?

KHLESTAKOV. Why, yes. And I revise and whip all
their articles into shape. Smirdin gives me forty thousand
for it.

ANNA. I suppose, then, that Yury Miroslavsky is
yours too.

KHLESTAKOV. Yes, it's mine.

ANNA. I guessed at once.

MARYA. But, mamma, it says that it's by Zagoskin.

ANNA. There! I knew you'd be contradicting even
here.

KHLESTAKOV. Oh, yes, it's so. That was by Zagoskin.
But there is another Yury Miroslavsky which was
written by me.

ANNA. That's right. I read yours. It's charming.

KHLESTAKOV. I admit I live by literature. I have
the first house in St. Petersburg. It is well known as the
house of Ivan Aleksandrovich. [Addressing the company