{"id":"01KFE0BT4NXBFHS3AFVR6MC3BA","cid":"bafkreifv32xbjqeda5ezikgqn2sfn6luxzyhv7eq26owxzfn3xmxw5j63u","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihj65beyesr5nvighc6dhywbexw5cj4frefxkl5iaz3flfh7zrvjy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0086.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932953-sjct4fmfp18","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0086.jpg","page_number":86,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":217376,"text":"78 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nStill to overcome or to commit, to get out of that place and to\nmake his way home, it is very possible that he would have flung\nup everything, and would have gone to give himself up, and not\nfrom fear, but from simple horror and loathing of what he had\ndone. The feeling of loathing especially surged up within him\nand grew stronger every minute. He would not now have gone\nto the box or even into the room for anything in the world.\nBut a sort of blankness, even dreaminess had begun by degrees\nto take possession of him; at moments he forgot himself, or\nrather forgot what was of importance and caught at trifles.\nGlancing, however, into the kitchen and seeing a bucket half\nfull of water on a bench, he bethought him of washing his\nhands and the axe. His hands were sticky with blood. He\ndropped the axe with the blade in the water, snatched a piece of\nyoap that lay in a broken saucer on the window, and began\nwashing his hands in the bucket. When they were clean, he took\nout the axe, washed the blade and spent a long time, about three\nminutes, washing the wood where there were spots of blood\nrubbing them with soap. Then he wiped it all with some linen\nthat was hanging to dry on a line in the kitchen and then he was\na long while attentively examining the axe at the window. There\nwas no trace left on it, only the wood was still damp. He care-\nfully hung the axe in the noose under his coat. Then as far as\nwas possible, in the dim light in the kitchen, he looked over\nhis overcoat, his trousers and his boots. At the first glance there\nseemed to be nothing but stains on the boots. He wetted the rag\nand rubbed the boots. But he knew he was not looking thor-\noughly, that there might be something quite noticeable that he\nwas overlooking. He stood in the middle of the room, lost in\nthought. Dark agonising ideas rose in his mind — the idea that\nhe was mad and that at that moment he was incapable of reason-\ning, of protecting himself, that he ought perhaps to be doing\nsomething utterly different from what he was now doing.\n\"Good God!\" he muttered \"I must fly, fly,\" and he rushed into\nthe entry. But here a shock of terror awaited him such as he\nhad never known before.\nHe stood and gazed and could not believe his eyes: the door,\nthe outer door from the stairs, at which he had not long before\nwaited and rung, was standing unfastened and at least six inches\nopen. No lock, no bolt, all the time, all that time! The old","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.953Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.506Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.424Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}