{"id":"01KFE0BT58ES1PNJ5GQNKZP4BA","cid":"bafkreidbdsguxpt3pm4oxg7nte5ugty4k7e5dptpk6yqgqmw3xnkmlgdxm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicuknv2j26rqsqtbeznqz6iej6g2loriv2uravh2spawlcwnukxuy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0059.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932945-letvov6blpl","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0059.jpg","page_number":59,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":205812,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 51\nThat's not what I want now. It's really absurd for me to go to\nRazumihin. ...\"\nThe question why he was now going to Razumihin agitated\nhim even more than he was himself aware; he kept uneasily\nseeking for some sinister significance in this apparently ordinary\naction.\n\"Could I have expected to set it all straight and to find a way\nout by means of Razumihin alone?\" he asked himself in per-\nplexity.\nHe pondered and rubbed his forehead, and, strange to say,\nafter long musing, suddenly, as if it were spontaneously and by\nchance, a fantastic thought came into his head.\n\"Hm ... to Razumihin's,\" he said all at once, calmly, as\nthough he had reached a final determination. \"I shall go tc\nRazumihin's of course, but . . . not now. I shall go to him . . .\non the next day after It, when It will be over and everything\nwill begin afresh. . . .\"\nAnd suddenly he realised what he was thinking.\n\"After It,\" he shouted, jumping up from the seat, \"but is It\nreally going to happen? Is it possible it really will happen?\"\nHe left the seat, and went oflf almost at a run; he meant to turn\nback, homewards, but the thought of going home suddenly\nfilled him with intense loathing; in that hole, in that awful little\ncupboard of his, all this had for a month past been growing up\nin him; and he walked on at random.\nHis nervous shudder had passed into a fever that made him\nfeel shivering; in spite of the heat he felt cold. With a kind of\neffort he began almost unconsciously, from some inner craving,\nto stare at all the objects before him, as though looking for\nsomething to distract his attention; byt he did not succeed, and\nkept dropping every moment into brooding. When with a start\nhe lifted his head again and looked round, he forgot at once\nwhat he had just been thinking about and even where he was\ngoing. In this way he walked right across Vassilyevsky Ostrov,\ncame out on to the Lesser Neva, crossed the bridge and turned\ntowards the islands. The greenness and freshness were at first\nrestful to his weary eyes after the dust of the town and the huge\nhouses that hemmed him in and weighed upon him. Here there\nwere no taverns, no stifling closeness, no stench. But soon these\nnew pleasant sensations passed into morbid irritability. Somc\"","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.542Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.492Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}