{"id":"01KFE0BE7ZBPR9STSXNN6NHZZG","cid":"bafkreiaxv3zpt6xou7zbm2xbg54h6r455hu4g7thv5skd4apgykq2znxvm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreieua5lvrcu6uvucauhlx4ovu4ku7g7l7v7eu2g23q4puvbkokutxm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0034.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919375-6rit52r5v36","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0034.jpg","page_number":34,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":194435,"text":"26 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nwept over it and grown used to it. Man grows used to every-\nthing, the scoundrel!\"\nHe sank into thought.\n\"And what if I am wrong,\" he cried suddenly after a mo-\nment's thought. \"What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in\ngeneral, I mean, the whole race of mankind — then all the rest\nis prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers\nand it's all as it should be.\"\nCHAPTER in\nHe waked up late next day after a broken sleep. But his sleep\nhad not refreshed him; he waked up bilious, irritable, ill-tem-\npered, and looked with hatred at his room. It was a tiny cup-\nboard of a room about six paces in length. It had a poverty-\nstricken appearance with its dusty yellow paper peeling oflf the\nwalls, and it was so low-pitched that a man of more than aver-\nage height was ill at ease in it and felt every moment that he\nwould knock his head against the ceiling. The furniture was in\nkeeping with the room: there were three old chairs, rather\nrickety; a painted table in the corner on which lay a few manu-\nscripts and books; the dust that lay thick upon them showed\nthat they had been long untouched. A big clumsy sofa occupied\nalmost the whole of one wall and half the floor space of the\nroom; it was once covered with chintz, but was now in rags\nand served Raskolnikov as a bed. Often he went to sleep on it,\nas he was, without undressing, without sheets, wrapped in his\nold student's overcoat, with his head on one little pillow, under\nwhich he heaped up all the linen he had, clean and dirty, by\nway of a bolster. A little table stood in front of the sofa.\nIt would have been difficult to sink to a lower ebb of dis-\norder, but to Raskolnikov in his present state of mind this was\npositively agreeable. He had got completely away from every\none, like a tortoise in its shell, and even the sight of the servant\ngirl who had to wait upon him and looked sometimes into his\nroom made him writhe with nervous irritation. He was in the\ncondition that overtakes some monomaniacs entirely concen-\ntrated upon one thing. His landlady had for the last fortnight\ngiven up sending him in meals, and he had not yet thought of","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.375Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.429Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.459Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}