{"id":"01KFE0BEP16DF680PGK6JXDVM6","cid":"bafkreicshujpuxemiynttdickmwccnvp3zxidt6s2nkccc3a6vxqvypxcq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiflenop5o7k5yvcpzxcfvzr4p3z6ifc4zo2xkpouk27vealkgid2y","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0079.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919389-3000q4vrq5t","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0079.jpg","page_number":79,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":214279,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 71\nto make haste and at the same time to go someway round, so as\nto approach the house from the other side. . . .\nWhen he had happened to imagine all this beforehand, he had\nsometimes thought that he would be very much afraid. But he\nwas not very much afraid now, was not afraid at all, indeed.\nHis mind was even occupied by irrelevant matters, but by noth-\ning for long. As he passed the Yusupov garden, he was deeply\nabsorbed in considering the building of great fountains, and of\ntheir refreshing effect on the atmosphere in all the squares. By\ndegrees he passed to the conviction that if the summer garden\nwere extended to the field of Mars, and perhaps joined to the\ngarden of the Mihailovsky Palace, it would be a splendid thing\nand a great benefit to the town. Then he was interested by the\nquestion why in all great towns men are not simply driven by\nnecessity, but in some peculiar way inclined to live in those parts\nof the town where there are no gardens nor fountains; where\nthere is most dirt and smell and all sorts of nastiness. Then his\nown walks through the Hay Market came back to his mind, and\nfor a moment he waked up to reality. \"What nonsense!\" he\nthought, \"better think of nothing at all!\"\n\"So probably men led to execution clutch mentally at every\nobject that meets them on the way,\" flashed through his mind,\nbut simply flashed, like lightning; he made haste to dismiss this\nthought. . . . And by now he was near; here was the house, here\nwas the gate. Suddenly a clock somewhere struck once. \"What!\ncan it be half-past seven? Impossible, it must be fast!\"\nLuckily for him, everything went well again at the gates.\nAt that very moment, as though expressly for his benefit, a huge\nwaggon of hay had just driven in at the gate, completely screen-\ning him as he passed under the gateway, and the waggon had\nscarcely had time to drive through into the yard, before he had\nslipped in a flash to the right. On the other side of the waggon he\ncould hear shouting and quarrelling; but no one noticed him and\nno one met him. Many windows looking into that huge quad-\nrangular yard were open at that moment, but he did not raise his\nhead — he had not the strength to. The staircase leading to the\nold woman's room was close by, just on the right of the gate-\nway. He was already on die stairs. . . .\nDrawing a breath, pressing his hand against his throbbing\nheart, and once more feeling for the axe and setting it straight.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.389Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:41.809Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:43.034Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}