We're waiting for you." "You know yourself Pyotr Stepanovitch, that I can't say anything." "No, I don't know it.

It's the first time I've heard it.

Why can't you speak ?" The captain was silent, with his eyes on the ground.
"Allow me to go, Pyotr Stepanovitch," he brought out resolutely.
"No, not till you answer my question: is it all true that I've said ?" "It is true," Lebyadkin brought out in a hollow voice, looking at his tormentor.

Drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead.
"Is it _all_ true ?" "It's all true." "Have you nothing to add or to observe?
If you think that we've been unjust, say so; protest, state your grievance aloud." "No, I think nothing." "Did you threaten Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch lately ?" "It was...

it was more drink than anything, Pyotr Stepanovitch." He suddenly raised his head.