you’re a fool!—and if you weren’t a fool you’d come round to me this evening instead of wearing out your boots in the street! Since you have gone out, there’s no help for it! I’d give you a snug easy chair, my landlady has one … a cup of tea, company. … Or you could lie on the sofa—anyway you would be with us. … Zossimov will be there too. Will you come?”
“No.”
“R-rubbish!” Razumihin shouted, out of patience. “How do you know? You can’t answer for yourself! You don’t know anything about it. …
Thousands of times I’ve fought tooth and nail with people and run back to them afterwards. … One feels ashamed and goes back to a man! So remember, Potchinkov’s house on the third storey. …”