1 This Zverkov had been all the time at school with me too.
2 I had not been treated like that even at school, though they all hated me.
3 In our school the boys' faces seemed in a special way to degenerate and grow stupider.
4 No wonder; all the evening I had been oppressed by memories of my miserable days at school, and I could not shake them off.
5 When we left school he made advances to me; I did not rebuff them, for I was flattered, but we soon parted and quite naturally.
6 During his last year at school he came in for an estate of two hundred serfs, and as almost all of us were poor he took up a swaggering tone among us.
7 The first thing I did on leaving school was to give up the special job for which I had been destined so as to break all ties, to curse my past and shake the dust from off my feet.
8 One of them was Simonov, who had in no way been distinguished at school, was of a quiet and equable disposition; but I discovered in him a certain independence of character and even honesty I don't even suppose that he was particularly stupid.
9 I was sent to the school by distant relations, upon whom I was dependent and of whom I have heard nothing since--they sent me there a forlorn, silent boy, already crushed by their reproaches, already troubled by doubt, and looking with savage distrust at everyone.