{"id":"01KFE0BEBDK8MCX94AEXE2W403","cid":"bafkreid26wbtifs4kribnnirnex3ugv2z5vl3qv4idle3vrce5le3ilppq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiemzoq2bzmdvzcedwxff627d6triy6h6botrdnkuguxxqadygqyiy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0056.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919382-yt5mppcgrbi","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0056.jpg","page_number":56,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":200824,"text":"iS CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nthoughtfully, \"if only she'd tell us where to take her, but as it\nis. . . . Missy, hey, missy!\" he bent over her once more.\nShe opened her eyes fully all of a sudden, looked at him\nintently, as though realising something, got up from the seat and\nwalked away in the direction from which she had come. \"Oh\nshameful wretches, they won't let me alone!\" she said, waving\nher hand again. She walked quickly, though staggering as\nbefore. The dandy followed her, biit along another avenue,\nkeeping his eye on her.\n\"Don't be anxious, I won't let him have her,\" the policeman\nsaid resolutely, and he set off after them.\n\"Ah, the vice one sees nowadays!\" he repeated aloud, sighing.\nAt that moment something seemed to sting Raskolnikov; in\nan instant a complete revulsion of feeling came over him.\n\"Hey, here!\" he shouted after the policeman.The latter turn round.\n\"Let them be! What is it to do with you? Let her go! Let\nhim amuse himself.\" He pointed at the dandy, \"What is it to do\nwith you?\"\nThe policeman was bewildered, and stared at him open-eyed.\nRaskolnikov laughed.\n\"Well!\" ejaculated the policeman, with a gesture of con-\ntempt, and he walked after the dandy and the girl, probably\ntaking Raskolnikov for a madman or something even worse.\n\"He has carried off my twenty copecks,\" Raskolnikov mur-\nmured angrily when he was left alone. \"Well, let him take as\nmuch from the other fellow to allow him to have the girl and\nso let it end. And why did I want to interfere? Is it for me to\nhelp? Have I any right to help? Let them devour each other\nalive — what is it to me? How did I dare to give him twenty\ncopecks? Were they mine?\"\nIn spite of those strange words he felt very wretched. He sat\ndown on the deserted seat. His thought strayed aimlessly. , . .\nHe found it hard to fix his mind on anything at that moment.\nHe longed to forget himself altogether, to forget everything,\nand then to wake up and begin life anew. . . .\n\"Poor girl!\" he said, looking at the empty corner where she\nhad sat — \"She will come to herself and weep, and then her\nmother will find out. . . . She will give her a beating, a horrible,\nshameful beating and then maybe, tiu-n her out of doors. . . .","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.382Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.640Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.756Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}