are you ?" he went on, addressing the man.

But at that moment the door was flung open, and, stooping a little, as he was so tall, Razumihin came in.
"What a cabin it is!" he cried.

"I am always knocking my head.

You call this a lodging! So you are conscious, brother?
I've just heard the news from Pashenka." "He has just come to," said Nastasya.
"Just come to," echoed the man again, with a smile.
"And who are you ?" Razumihin asked, suddenly addressing him.

"My name is Vrazumihin, at your service; not Razumihin, as I am always called, but Vrazumihin, a student and gentleman; and he is my friend.