{"id":"01KFE0BT3HE2DG72VGP17Z2JB8","cid":"bafkreig7dso7nxuc56wzg6zwloycyb7zgztydm7hbov33q62ontxaou2lu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihdmz7ozbcuvgpmapkjd7llwzxgseovbdlpu4ky5mughkbxmgltma","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0015.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932930-czg2op7ivq","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0015.jpg","page_number":15,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":192703,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 7\nworth knowing. Strong-boxes always have keys Hke that . . .\nbut how degrading it all is.\"The old woman came back.\n\"Here, sir: as we say ten copecks the rouble a month, so I\nmust take fifteen copecks from a rouble and a half for the\nmonth in advance. But fpr the two roubles I lent you before,\nyou owe me now twenty copecks on the same reckoning in\nadvance. That makes thirty-five copecks altogether. So I must\ngive you a rouble and fifteen copecks for the watch. Here it is.\"\n\"What! only a rouble and fifteen copecks now!\"\n\"Just so.\"\nThe young man did not dispute it and took the money. He\nlooked at the old woman, and was in no hurry to get away, as\nthough there was still something he wanted to say or to do, but\nhe did not himself quite know what.\n\"I may be bringing you something else in a day or two,\nAlyona Ivanovna — a valuable thing — silver — a cigarette box,\nas soon as I get it back from a friend . . .\" he broke off inconfusion.\n\"Well, we will talk about it then, sir.\"\n\"Good-bye — are -you always at home alone, your sister is not\nhere with you?\" He asked her as casually as possible as he went\nout into the passage.\n\"What business is she of yours, my good sir?\"\n\"Oh, nothing particular, I simply asked. You are too quick.\n. . . Good-day, Alyona Ivanovna.\"\nRaskolnikov went out in complete confusion. This confusion\nbecame more and more intense. As he went down the stairs, he\neven stopped short, two or three times, as though suddenly\nstruck by some thought. When he was in the street he cried\nout, \"Oh, God, how loathsome it all is! and can I, can I pos-\nsibly.. . . No, it's nonsense, it's rubbish!\" he added resolutely,\n\"And how could such an atrocious thing come into my head?\nWhat filthy things my heart is capable of. Yes, filthy above all,\ndisgusting, loathsome, loathsome! — and for a whole month I've\nbeen. . . .\" But no words, no exclamations, could express his\nagitation. The feeling of intense repulsion, which had begun to\noppress and torture his heart while he was on his way to the old\nwoman, had by now reached such a pitch and had taken such","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.930Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.642Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:55.150Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}