{"id":"01KFE0BT4PG9PASXDH4FP1C2WZ","cid":"bafkreicnlrfsd2jak7vtjarqilbcbr2b3zgk6we2pzfh3tavf6l4hxm6g4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidmujtfqs34arybfrbyrkvwanr6hyvn5cn5dtxchb4bdcx7j2prri","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0060.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932945-w9hshgur039","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0060.jpg","page_number":60,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":222084,"text":"J2 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\ntimes he stood still before a brightly painted summer villa stand-\ning among green foliage, he gazed through the fence, he saw in\nthe distance smartly dressed women on the verandahs and bal-\nconies, and children running in the gardens. The flowers espe-\ncially caught his attention; he gazed at them longer than at\nanything. He was met, too, by luxurious carriages and by men\nand women on horseback; he watched them with curious eyes\nand forgot about them before they had vanished from his sight.\nOnce he stood still and counted his money; he found he had\nthirty cojjecks. \"Twenty to the policeman, three to Nastasya\nfor the letter, so I must have given forty-seven or fifty to the\nMarmeladovs yesterday,\" he thought, reckoning it up for some\nunknown reason, but he soon forgot with what object he had\ntaken the money out of his pocket. He recalled it on passing an\neating-house or tavern, and felt that he was hungry. . . . Going\ninto the tavern he drank a glass of vodka and ate a pie of some\nsort. He finished eating it as he walked away. It was a long\nwhile since he had taken vodka and it had an effect upon him\nat once, though he only drank a wine-glassful. His legs felt sud-\ndenly heavy and a great drowsiness came upon him. He turned\nhomewards, but reaching Petrovsky Ostrov he stopped com-\npletely exhausted, turned off the road into the bushes, sank\ndown upon the grass and instantly fell asleep.\nIn a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singu-\nlar actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality.\nAt times monstrous images are created, but the setting and the\nwhole picture are so truthlike and filled with details so delicate,\nso unexpectedly, but so artistically consistent, that the dreamer,\nwere he an artist like Pushkin or Turgenev even, could never\nhave invented them in the waking state. Such sick dreams al-\nways remain long in the memory and make a powerful impres-\nsion on the overwrought and deranged nervous system.\nRaskolnikov had a fearful dream. He dreamt he was back in\nhis childhood in the little town of his birth. He was a child\nabout seven years old, walking into the covmtry with his father\non the evening of a holiday. It was a grey and heavy day, the\ncountry was exactly as he remembered it; indeed he recalled it\nfar more vividly in his dream than he had done in memory. The\nlittle town stood on a level flat as bare as the hand, not even a\nwillow near it; only in the far distance, a copse lay, a dark blur","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.945Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.706Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.745Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}