"But you were wrong there; he is a capital fellow, I assure you, but explosive, explosive! He gets hot, fires up, boils over, and no stopping him! And then it's all over! And at the bottom he's a heart of gold! His nickname in the regiment was the Explosive Lieutenant...." "And what a regiment it was, too," cried Ilya Petrovitch, much gratified at this agreeable banter, though still sulky.
Raskolnikov had a sudden desire to say something exceptionally pleasant to them all.

"Excuse me, Captain," he began easily, suddenly addressing Nikodim Fomitch, "will you enter into my position ?...

I am ready to ask pardon, if I have been ill-mannered.

I am a poor student, sick and shattered (shattered was the word he used) by poverty.

I am not studying, because I cannot keep myself now, but I shall get money....