{"id":"01KFE0BEAK8VSYRSH073Y7PJGJ","cid":"bafkreictz5vx35unqhiafgilcqhgegjhbewjfr5rumfsyh4o4vtajzoc6u","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreig26vgjayrnc6timnxb2j3hwjyuumbd5qh5q5k2mzdhl63scdrxoi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0035.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919376-riue9d93zjo","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0035.jpg","page_number":35,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":188100,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 27\nexpostulating with her, though he went without his dinner.\nNastasya, the cook and only servant, was rather pleased at the\nlodger's mood and had entirely given up sweeping and doing his\nroom, only once a week or so she would stray into his room with\na broom. She waked him up that day.\n\"Get up, why are you asleep!\" she called to him. \"It's past\nnine, I have brought you some tea; will you have a cup? I should\nthink you're fairly starving?\"\nRaskolnikov opened his eyes, started and recognised Nas-\ntasya.\n\"From the landlady, eh?\" he asked, slowly and with a sickly\nface sitting up on the sofa.\n\"From the landlady, indeed!\"\nShe set before him her. own cracked teapot full of weak and\nstale tea and laid two yellow lumps of sugar by the side of it.\n\"Here, Nastasya, take it please,\" he said, fvmibling in his\npocket (for he had slept in his clothes) and taking out a handful\nof coppers — \"run and buy me a loaf. And get me a little sausage,\nthe cheapest, at the pork-butcher's.\"\n\"The loaf I'll fetch you this very minute, but wouldn't you\nrather have some cabbage soup instead of sausage? It's capital\nsoup, yesterday's. I saved it for you yesterday, but you came\nin late. It's fine soup.\"\nWhen the soup had been brought, and he had begun upon\nit, Nastasya sat down beside him on the sofa and began chatting.\nShe was a country peasant-woman, and a very talkative one.\n\"Praskovya Pavlovna means to complain to the police about\nyou,\" she said.\nHe scowled.\n\"To the police? What does she want?'*\n\"You don't pay her money and you won't turn out of the\nroom. That's what she wants, to be sure.\"\n\"The devil, that's the last straw,\" he muttered, grinding his\nteeth, \"no, that would not suit me . . . just now. She is a fool,\"\nhe added aloud. \"I'll go and talk to her to-day.\"\n\"Fool she is and no mistake, just as I am. But why, if you are\nso clever, do you lie here like a sack and have nothing to show\nfor it? One time you used to go out, you say, to teach children.\nBut why is it you do nothing now?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.376Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.567Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.864Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}