The three men found themselves pushed back to the far wall.
The man hit hard, but pushed himself to his feet and started to run.
Even while she said this, the man pushed the door open.
The two men pushed and pulled until finally the door came all the way open.
A man who lived on the same floor as he did pushed him away.
I thought that maybe the men had pushed him around.
When he got inside, the dark little man pushed the door closed.
The cup the man pushed across the table had not been there a moment before.
The old man looked away and pushed himself to his feet, almost not making it.
One of the men in the street ran to open the door, then another man pushed him.
