"I am doing it for myself.

For their sake I can go without carrying the banner, but I'm going to do it!" Andrey stationed himself in the doorway.

It was too low for him, and he had to bend his knees oddly.

He stood there as in a frame, one shoulder leaning against the jamb, his head and other shoulder thrust forward.
"I wish you would stop palavering, my dear sir," he said with a frown, fixing his protuberant eyes on Pavel's face.

He looked like a lizard in the crevice of a stone wall.
The mother was overcome with a desire to weep, but she did not want her son to see her tears, and suddenly mumbled: "Oh, dear!--I forgot--" and walked out to the porch.