"Sir, we are in the same boat, you know. I beg you not to take hold of my face!"
"Sir, I can't tell one thing from another. Excuse me, but I have no room."
"You shouldn't be so fat!"
"Heavens! I have never been in such a degrading position."
"Yes, one couldn't be brought more low."
"Sir, sir! I don't know who you are, I don't understand how this came about; but I am here by mistake; I am not what you think...."
"I shouldn't think about you at all if you didn't shove. But hold your tongue, do!"
"Sir, if you don't move a little I shall have a stroke; you will have to answer for my death, I assure you.... I am a respectable man, I am the father of a family. I really cannot be in such a position!..."
"You thrust yourself into the position. Come, move a little! I've made room for you, I can't do more!"
"Noble young man! Dear sir! I see I was mistaken about you," said Ivan Andreyitch, in a transport of gratitude for the space allowed him, and stretching out his cramped limbs. "I understand your constricted condition, but there's no help for it. I see you think ill of me. Allow me to redeem my reputation in your eyes, allow me to tell you who I am. I have come here against my will, I assure you; I am not here with the object you imagine.... I am in a terrible fright."