{"id":"01KFE0BT217H8T9STQWM44BNQ3","cid":"bafkreie6e376fii5o4rcvmc3k4z4uqxsyocsw25pz5qoo2e7sh7uo7h5hy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibs2aacgbojnv2blebqokh7bfgwwb4lmlssxgykxgywxa32zhwxte","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0010.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932928-0ejvpxb3c7r6","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0010.jpg","page_number":10,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":228967,"text":"2 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nan axiom. It would be interesting to know what it is men are\nmost afraid of. Taking a new step, uttering a new word is what\nthey fear most. . . . But I am talking too much. It's because I\nchatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter be-\ncause Ido nothing. I've learned to chatter this last month,\nlying for days together in my den thinking ... of Jack the\nGiant-killer. Why am I going there now? Am I capable of\nthat? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It's simply a fan-\ntasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a play-\nthing.\"The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the\nbustle and the plaster, scaffolding, bricks, and dust all about\nhim, and that special Petersburg stench, so familiar to all who\nare unable to get out of town in summer — all worked painfully\nupon the young man's already overwrought nerves. The insuf-\nferable stench from the pot-houses, which are particularly nu-\nmerous inthat part of the town, and the drunken men whom\nhe met continually, although it was a working day, completed\nthe revolting misery of the picture. An expression of the pro-\nfoundest disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man's\nrefined face. He was, by the way, exceptionally handsome,\nabove the average in height, slim, well-built, with beautiful\ndark eyes and dark brown hair. Soon he sank into deep thought,\nor more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of -^' .*;\nhe walked along not observing what was about him and not\ncaring to observe it. From time to time, he would mutter\nsomething, from the habit of talking to himself, to which he\nhad just confessed. At these moments he would become con-\nscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle and that he was\nvery weak; for two days he had scarcely tasted food.\nHe was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to\nshabbiness would have been ashamed to be seen in the street in\nsuch rags. In that quarter of the town, however, scarcely any\nshort-coming in dress would have created surprise. Owing to\nthe proximity of the Hay Market, the number of establish-\nments ofbad character, the preponderance of the trading and\nworking class population crowded in these streets and alleys in\nthe heart of Petersburg, types so various were to be seen in the\nstreets that no figure, however queer, would have caused sur-\nprise. But there was such accumulated bitterness and contempt","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.928Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.491Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.658Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}