{"id":"01KFE0BER1VFFY3BW9W9ZKC8N5","cid":"bafkreiav4crebdgypydubfkb4flj2qpkin26557jyasqwjyajzxakhlgpy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibshjlihnwu3fbjkwneu42qkteamugw7qyaxunqozq7bvnitva5yq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0019.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919371-0xr5rkibgj6o","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0019.jpg","page_number":19,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":206873,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 11\nbeing so directly addressed. In spite of the momentary desire\nhe had just been feeUng for company of any sort, on being\nactually spoken to he felt immediately his habitual irritable and\nimeasy aversion for any stranger who approached or attempted\nto approach him.\n\"A student then, or formerly a student,\" cried the clerk.\n\"Just what I thought! I'm a man of experience, immense ex-\nperience, sir,\" and he tapped his forehead with his fingers in\nself-approval. \"You've been a student or have attended some\nlearned institution! . . . But allow me. . . .\" He got up, stag-\ngered, took up his jug and glass, and sat down beside the young\nman, facing him a little sideways. He was drunk, but spoke\nfluently and boldly, only occasionally losing the thread of his\nsentences and drawling his words. He pounced upon Raskol-\nnikov as greedily as though he too had not spoken to a soul for\na month.\n\"Honoured sir,\" he began almost with solemnity, \"poverty is\nnot a vice, that's a true saying. Yet I know too that drunkenness\nis not a virtue, and that that's even truer. But beggary, hon-\noured sir,beggary is a vice. In poverty you may still retain your\ninnate nobility of soul, but in beggary — never — no one. For\nbeggary a man is not chased out of human society with a stick,\nhe is swept out with a broom, so as to make it as humiliating as\npossible; and quite right too, forasmuch as in beggary I am\nready to be the first to humiliate myself. Hence the pot house!\nHonoured sir, a month ago Mr. Lebeziatnikov gave my wife a\nbeating, and my wife is a very different matter from me! Do\nyou understand? Allow me to ask you another question out of\nsimple curiosity: have you ever spent a night on a hay barge, on\nthe Neva?\"\n\"No, I have not happened to,\" answered Raskolnikov. \"What\ndo you mean?\"\n\"Well I've just come from one and it's the fifth night I've\nslept so. . . .\" He filled his glass, emptied it and paused. Bits of\nhay were in fact clinging to his clothes and sticking to his hair.\nIt seemed quite probable that he had not undressed or washed\nfor the last five days. His hands, particularly, were filthy. They\nwere fat and red, with black nails.\nHis conversation seemed to excite a general though languid\ninterest. The boys at the counter fell to sniggering. The inn-","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:39.371Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:42.030Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:43.138Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}