{"id":"01KFE0BE98PSYBE1PXCYWK3G3J","cid":"bafkreif4gt37rl7xdylbw5322s4p2bo6ynesqfepxf3ty2wjmfyavsovay","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihipabsc4i6yyz7cc4slfqfhvl76gwz2gdgt4amppqs5s3qiad2j4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0011.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919367-wdv3s9y0co9","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0011.jpg","page_number":11,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":216937,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT J\nin the young man's heart, that, in spite of all the fastidiousness\nof youth, he minded his rags least of all in the street. It was\na diflferent matter when he met with acquaintances or with\nformer fellow students, whom, indeed, he disliked meeting at\nany time. And yet when a drunken man who, for some un-\nknown reason, was being taken somewhere in a huge waggon\ndragged by a heavy dray horse, suddenly shouted at him as he\ndrove past: \"Hey there, German hatter\" bawling at the top of\nhis voice and pointing at him — the young man stopped sud-\ndenly and clutched tremulously at his hat. It was a tall round\nhat from Zimmerman's, but completely worn out, rusty with\nage, all torn and bespattered, brimless and bent on one side in\na most unseemly fashion. Not shame, however, but quite an-\nother feeling akin to terror had overtaken him.\n\"I knew it,\" he muttered in confusion, \"I thought so! That's\nthe worst of all! Why, a stupid thing like this, the most trivial\ndetail might spoil the whole plan. Yes, my hat is too notice-\nable. ... It looks absurd and that makes it noticeable. . . .\n\"With my rags I ought to wear a cap, any sort of old pancake,\nbut not this grotesque thing. Nobody wears such a hat, it\nwould be noticed a mile off, it would be remembered. . . . What\nmatters is that people would remember it, and that would give\nthem a clue. For this business one should be as little conspicu-\nci^$,a^ possible. . . . Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it's\njust such trifles that always ruin everything. . . .\"\nHe had not far to go; he knew indeed how many steps it was\nfrom the gate of his lodging house: exactly seven hundred and\nthirty. He had counted them once when he had been lost in\ndreams. At the time he had put no faith in those dreams and\nwas only tantalising himself by their hideous but daring reck-\nlessness. Now, a month later, he had begun to look upon them\ndifferently, and, in spite of the monologues in which he jeered at\nhis own impotence and indecision, he had involuntarily come to\nregard this \"hideous\" dream as an exploit to be attempted, al-\nthough hestill did not realise this himself. He was positively\ngoing now for a \"rehearsal\" of his project, and at every step his\nexcitement grew more and more violent.\nWith a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, he went up to a\nhuge house which on one side looked on to the canal, and on the\nother into the street. This house was let out in tiny tenements","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.367Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.441Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.752Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}