{"id":"01KFE0BT6Q8MM078HFKV09BZ9G","cid":"bafkreie2mqzo3slak63eaj2tds6geurkcnymavcbukk6m3nsjr2oe2vtsq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreih76tclfy73j7gznen2ywjegaz755xrxf765afxbzzkan6br3v7rm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0095.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932956-iqq32n6x4ql","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0095.jpg","page_number":95,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":197238,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 87\n\"Pieces of torn linen couldn't rouse suspicion, whatever hap-\npened; Ithink not, I think not, any way!\" he repeated, standing\nin the middle of the room, and with painful concentration he\nfell to gazing about him again, at the floor and everywhere, try-\ning to make sure he had not forgotten anything. The conviction,\nthat all his faculties, even memory, and the simplest power of\nreflection were failing him, began to be an insufferable tortvure.\n\"Surely it isn't beginning already! Surely it isn't my punish-\nment coming upon me? It is!\"\nThe frayed rags he had cut oflF his trousers were actually lying\non the floor in the middle of the room, where any one coming in\nwould see them!\n\"What is the matter with me!\" he cried again, like one dis-\ntraught.\nThen a strange idea entered his head; that, perhaps, all his\nclothes were covered with blood, that, perhaps, there were a\ngreat many stains, but that he did not see them, did not notice\nthem because his perceptions were failing, were going to pieces\n... his reason was clouded. . . . Suddenly he remembered that\nthere had been blood on the purse too. \"Ah! Then there must\nbe blood on the pocket too, for I put the wet purse in my\npocket!\"In a flash he had turned the pocket inside out and, yes! —\nthere were traces, stains on the lining of the pocket!\n\"So my reason has not quite deserted me, so I still have some\nsense and memory, since I guessed it of myself,\" he thought\ntriumphantly, with a deep sigh of relief: \"It's simply the weak-\nness offever, a moment's delirium,\" and he tore the whole lining\nout of the left pocket of his trousers. At that instant the sun-\nlight fell on his left boot; on the sock which poked out from\nthe boot, he fancied there were traces! He flung off his boots:\n\"traces indeed! The tip of the sock was soaked with blood\"; he\nmust have unwarily stepped into that pool. . . . \"But what am I\nto do with this now? Where am I to put the sock and rags and\npocket?\"He gathered them all up in his hands and stood in the middle\nof the room.\n\"In the stove? But they would ransack the stove first of all.\nBurn them? But what can I burn them with? There are no\nmatches even. No, better go out and throw it all away some-","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.956Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.643Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.663Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}