{"id":"01KFE0BCW0KN9HNH4V0S8AKH3R","cid":"bafkreianz5yrzpaejsn7qzoqzitwya6s6da5ksoevkyuydxi3mbc2tzz5e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreie7y6gd5cyfetdobvrnrnkklwermfvth24wz45yg73pshzslda4u4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0031.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919374-4fynhlt0wpz","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0031.jpg","page_number":31,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":216880,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 23\n... I don't know what's happened! I don't know! But blows I\nam not afraid of . . . . Know, sir, that such blows are not a pain\nto me, but even an enjoyment. In fact I can't get on without it,\n. . . It's better so. Let her strike me, it relieves her heart . . .\nit's better so . . . There is the house. The house of Kozel, the\ncabinet maker ... a German, well-to-do. Lead the way!\"\nThey went in from the yard and up to the fourth storey. The\nstaircase got darker and darker as they went up. It was nearly\neleven o'clock and although in summer in Petersburg there it\nno real night, yet it was quite dark at the top of the stairs.\nA grimy little door at the very top of the stairs stood ajar.\nA very poor-looking room about ten paces long was lighted up\nby a candle-end; the whole of it was visible from the entrance.\nIt was all in disorder, littered up with rags of all sorts, especially\nchildren's garments. Across the furthest corner was stretched\na ragged sheet. Behind it probably was the bed. There was noth-\ning in the room except two chairs and a sofa covered with\nAmerican leather, full of holes, before which stood an old deal\nkitchen-table, unpainted and uncovered. At the edge of the\ntable stood a smouldering tallow-candle in an iron candlestick.\nIt appeared that the family had a room to themselves, not part\nof a room, but their room was practically a passage. The door\nleading to the other rooms, or rather cupboards, into which\nAmalia Lippevechsel's flat was divided stood half open, and\nthere was shouting, uproar and laughter within. People seemed\nto be playing cards and drinking tea there. Words of the most\nunceremonious kind flew out from time to time.\nRaskolnikov recognised Katerina Ivanovna at once. She was\na rather tall, slim and graceful woman, terribly emaciated, with\nmagnificent dark brown hair and with a hectic flush in her\ncheeks. She was pacing up and down in her little room, pressing\nher hands against her chest; her lips were parched and her\nbreathing came in nervous broken gasps. Her eyes glittered as\nin fever and looked about with a harsh immovable stare. And\nthat consumptive and excited face with the last flickering light\nof the candle-end playing upon it made a sickening impression.\nShe seemed to Raskolnikov about thirty years old and was cer-\ntainly astrange wife for Marmeladov. . . . She had not heard\nthem and did not notice them coming in. She seemed to be lost\nin thought, hearing and seeing nothing. The room was close,","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.374Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:40.035Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.149Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}