{"id":"01KFE0BEQGDF8EZZ2RYY3ECS4H","cid":"bafkreihosts6ypppspascin47wro3mnsinj7em7hwjqkht4liujwo6vz6i","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreic4uhomrxv3c4g5czeuhsmfkrnqbf2s3d6e37zjcfblona23dcxwm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0073.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919387-gwyzveavaqt","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0073.jpg","page_number":73,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":180230,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 65\ncould lie down on the sofa. Soon heavy, leaden sleep came over\nhim, as it were crushing him.\nHe slept an extraordinarily long time and without dreaming.\nNastasya, coming into his room at ten o'clock the next mornng,\nhad difl&culty in rousing him. She brought him in tea and bread.\nThe tea was again the second brew and again in her own teapot.\n\"My goodness, how he sleeps!\" she cried indignantly. \"And he\nis always asleep.\"\nHe got up with an effort. His head ached, he stood up, took\na turn in his garret and sank back on the sofa again.\n\"Going to sleep again,\" cried Nastasya. \"Are you ill, eh?\"\nHe made no reply.\n\"Do you want some tea?\"\n\"Afterwards,\" he said with an effort, closing his eyes again\nand turning to the wall.\nNastasya stood over him.\n\"Perhaps he really is ill,\" she said, turned and went out. She\ncame in again at two o'clock with soup. He was lying as before.\nThe tea stood untouched. Nastasya felt positively offended and\nbegan wrathf ully rousing him.\n\"Why are you lying like a log?\" she shouted, looking at him\nwith repulsion.\nHe got up, and sat down again, but said nothing and stared\nat the floor.\n\"Are you ill or not?\" asked Nastasya and again received no\nanswer. \"You'd better go out and get a breath of air,\" she said\nafter a pause. \"Will you eat it or not?\"\n\"Afterwards,\" he said weakly. \"You can go.\"And he motioned her out.\nShe remained a little longer, looked at him with compassion\nand went out.\nA few minutes afterwards, he raised his eyes and looked for a\nlong while at the tea and the soup. Then he took the bread, took\nup a spoon and began to eat.\nHe ate a little, three or four spoonfuls, without appetite, as\nit were mechanically. His head ached less. After his meal he\nstretched himself on the sofa again, but now he could not\nsleep; he lay without stirring, with his face in the pillow. He\nwas haunted by daydreams and such strange daydreams; in\none, that kept recurring, he fancied that he was in Africa, in","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.387Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.015Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:43.249Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}