{"id":"01KFE0BT5D4ZYJYAN8J25FM3MP","cid":"bafkreihxe6g5p5jkddg4pqcxfdjyjapu3kse4f45cwixpdgngby4ly5sv4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihjuhcfk6dxic55n5s2hktypd2m5togl3foarqbcp2kc4udw3hlra","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0028.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932935-z9zosxjyx9k","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0028.jpg","page_number":28,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":214313,"text":"20 CRIMEANDPUNISHMENT\nbut it is not a laughing matter to me. For I can feel it all. . . .\nAnd the whole of that heavenly day of my life and the whole\nof that evening I passed in fleeting dreams of how I would\narrange it all, and how I would dress all the children, and how\nI should give her rest, and how I should rescue my own daughter\nfrom dishonour and restore her to the bosom of her family. . . .\nAnd a great deal more. . . . Quite excusable, sir. Well, then, sir\n(Marmeladov suddenly gave a sort of start, raised his head\nand gazed intently at his listener) well, on the very next day\nafter all those dreams, that is to say, exactly five days ago, in\nthe evening, by a cunning trick, like a thief in the night, I stole\nfrom Katerina Ivanovna the key of her box, took out what\nwas left of my earnings, how much it was I have forgotten,\nand now look at me, all of you! It's the fifth day since I left\nhome, and they are looking for me there and it's the end of my\nemployment, and my uniform is lying in a tavern on the\nEgyptian bridge. I. exchanged it for the garments I have on . . .\nand it's the end of everything!\"\nMarmeladov struck his forehead with his fist, clenched his\nteeth, closed his eyes and leaned heavily with his elbow on the\ntable. But a minute later his face suddenly changed and with\na certain assumed slyness and affectation of bravado, he glanced\nat Raskolnikov, laughed and said:\n\"This morning I went to see Sonia, I went to ask her for a\npick-me up! He-he-he!\"\n\"You don't say she gave it to you?\" cried one of the new-\ncomers; heshouted the words and went off into a gufifaw.\n\"This very quart was bought with her money,\" Marmeladov\ndeclared, addressing himself exclusively to Raskolnikov,\n\"Thirty copecks she gave me with her own hands, her last,\nall she had, as I saw. . . . She said nothing, she only looked at me\nwithout a w;ord. . . . Not on earth, but up yonder . . . they grieve-\nover men, they weep, but they don't blame them, they don't\nblame them! But it hurts more, it hurts more when they don't\nblame! Thirty copecks yes! And maybe she needs them now,\neh? What do you think, my dear sir? For now she's got to keep\nup her appearance. It costs money, that smartness, that special\nsmartness, you know? Do you understand? And there's poma-\ntum, too, you see, she must have things; petticoats, starched\nones, shoes too, real jaunty ones to show ofiF her foot when","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.935Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.789Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:55.115Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}