{"id":"01KFE0BT4582269N5NKQHRBHV2","cid":"bafkreicu2agb4s2qd5mnnr4637bkazfjjwk6pgtidt3iuhs4j6trctd2fi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiaakdjumyee5dry6x7jwu2zdvfdtvrkrj66xb6bcbi6i7a5g2cqzu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0046.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932941-jof86ww7zb","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0046.jpg","page_number":46,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":194144,"text":"38' CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nhistory, but so many events have happened! And now, my\nprecious Rodya, I embrace you and send you a mother's bless-\ning till we meet. Love Dounia your sister, Rodya; love her as\nshe loves you and understand that she loves you beyond every-\nthing, more than herself. She is an angel and you, Rodya, you\nare everything to us — our one hope, our one consolation. If\nonly you are happy, we shall be happy. Do you still say your\nprayers, Rodya, and believe in the mercy of our Creator and our\nRedeemer? I am afraid in my heart that you may have been\nvisited by the new spirit of infidelity that is abroad to-day! If\nit is so, I pray for you. Remember, dear boy, how in your child-\nhood, when your father was living, you used to lisp your prayers\nat my knee, and how happy we all were in those days. Good-bye,\ntill we meet then — ^I embrace you warmly, warmly, with many\nkisses.\n\"Yours till death\n\"PULCHERIA RaSKOLNIKOV.\"\nAlmost from the first, while he read the letter, Raskolnikov's\nface was wet with tears; but when he finished it, his face was\npale and distorted and a bitter, wrathful and malignant smile\nwas on his lips. He laid his head down on his threadbare dirty\npillow and pondered, pondered a long time. His heart was beat-\ning violently, and his brain was in a turmoil. At last he felt\ncramped and stifled in the little yellow room that was like a\ncupboard or a box. His eyes and his mind craved for space. He\ntook up his hat and went out, this time without dread of meet-\ning any one; he had forgotten his dread. He turned in the direc-\ntion of the Vassilyevsky Ostrov, walking along Vassilyevsky\nProspect, as though hastening on some business, but he walked,\nas his habit was, without noticing his way, muttering and even\nspeaking aloud to himself, to the astonishment of the passers-by.\nMany of them took him to be drunk.\nCHAPTER IV\nHis mother's letter had been a torture to him, but as regards the\nchief fact in it, he had felt not one moment's hesitation, even\nwhilst he was reading the letter. The essential question was\nsettled, and irrevocably settled, in his mind: \"Never such a mar-","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.941Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.717Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.823Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}