{"id":"01KFE0BEA5HCTF4GFXK5ZEP6XF","cid":"bafkreic6dz4wlj6dvgmzvmvld3y7644tmffl6xhwxvshkafhu4gesaac2i","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihoy7j4cmhdmyleonzol3qaspdqxrxmprxdqiybrmfwcnydjoykv4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0096.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919394-lg4ym4m39lo","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0096.jpg","page_number":96,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":173894,"text":"88 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nwhere. Yes, better throw it away,\" he repeated, sitting down\non the sofa again, \"and at once, this minute, without Unger-\ning...\"But his head sank on the pillow instead. Again the unbearable\nicy shivering came over him; again he drew his coat over him.\nAnd for a long while, for some hours, he was haunted by the\nimpulse to \"go off somewhere at once, this moment, and fling\nit all away, so that it may be out of sight and done with, at\nonce, at once!\" Several times he tried to rise from the sofa but\ncould not.\nHe was thoroughly waked up at last by a violent knocking\nat his door.\n\"Open, do, are you dead or alive? He keeps sleeping here!\"\nshouted Nastasya, banging with her fist on the door. \"For whole\ndays together he's snoring here like a dog! A dog he is too. Open\nI tell you. It's past ten.\"\n\"Maybe he's not at home,\" said a man's voice.\n\"Ha! that's the porter's voice. . . . What does he want?\"\nHe jumped up and sat on the sofa. The beating of his heart\nwas a positive pain.\n\"Then who can have latched the door?\" retorted Nastasya.\n\"He's taken to bolting himself in! As if he were worth steal-\ning! Open, you stupid, wake up!\"\n\"What do they want? Why the porter? All's discovered.\nResist or open? Come what may! ...\"\nHe half rose, stooped forward and unlatched the door.\nHis room was so small that he could undo the latch without\nleaving the bed. Yes; the porter and Nastasya were standing\nthere.\nNastasya stared at him in a strange way. He glanced with\na defiant and desperate air at the porter, who without a word\nheld out a grey folded paper sealed with bottle-wax.\n\"A notice from the office,\" he annovmced, as he gave him the\npaper.\n\"From what office?\"\n\"A summons to the police office, of course. You know which\noffice.\"\n\"To the police? . . . What for? ...\"\n\"How can I tell? You're sent for, so you go.\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.394Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.621Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.766Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}