1 "A nasty day to be buried," I began, simply to avoid being silent.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 2: VI 2 His moans become nasty, disgustingly malignant, and go on for whole days and nights.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 1: IV 3 That rascal Ferfitchkin followed with his nasty little snigger like a puppy yapping.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 2: IV 4 I am not a hero to you now, as I tried to seem before, but simply a nasty person, an impostor.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 1: IV 5 My servant is an old country-woman, ill-natured from stupidity, and, moreover, there is always a nasty smell about her.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 1: I 6 It is nasty for you to hear my despicable moans: well, let it be nasty; here I will let you have a nastier flourish in a minute.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 1: IV 7 After an unnaturally prolonged wheezing there followed a shrill, nasty, and as it were unexpectedly rapid, chime--as though someone were suddenly jumping forward.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 2: VI 8 There in its nasty, stinking, underground home our insulted, crushed and ridiculed mouse promptly becomes absorbed in cold, malignant and, above all, everlasting spite.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 1: III 9 There was a great deal of noise, even shouting, in a room further away; one could hear the laughter of a crowd of people, and nasty little shrieks in French: there were ladies at the dinner.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 2: IV 10 This was a regular martyrdom, a continual, intolerable humiliation at the thought, which passed into an incessant and direct sensation, that I was a mere fly in the eyes of all this world, a nasty, disgusting fly--more intelligent, more highly developed, more refined in feeling than any of them, of course--but a fly that was continually making way for everyone, insulted and injured by everyone.
Notes from the Underground By Fyodor DostoevskyGet Context In PART 2: I