{"id":"01KFE0BT9EF2MKKRVSB9K5VRRQ","cid":"bafkreigdt2to5x65i2zynllx5x4sp6vnoavnnl4vhjua44xpworgdxpxvq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifjaikbi4kbpuykwej334lj3emph7utxeayiaiispncy76mvzirem","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0078.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932951-1vojbjdez3o","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0078.jpg","page_number":78,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":206239,"text":"70 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nwas not only at home in the kitchen, but was occupied there,\ntaking Unen out of a basket and hanging it on a line. Seeing him,\nshe left off hanging the clothes, turned to him and stared at him\nall the time he was passing. He turned away his eyes, and walked\npast as though he noticed nothing. But it was the end of every-\nthing; hehad not the axe! He was overwhelmed.\n\"What made me think,\" he reflected, as he went under the\ngateway. \"What made me think that she would be sure not\nto be at home at that moment! Why, why, why did I assume\nthis so certainly?\"\nHe was crushed and even hvuniliated. He could have laughed\nat himself in his anger. ... A dull animal rage boiled within\nhim.\nHe stood hesitating in the gateway. To go into the street,\nto go a walk for appearance sake was revolting; to go back to\nhis room, even more revolting. \"And what a chance I have\nlost for ever!\" he muttered, standing aimlessly in the gateway,\njust opposite the porter's little dark room, which was also open.\nSuddenly he started. From the porter's room, two paces away\nfrom him, something shining under the bench to the right\ncaught his eye. . . . He looked about him — nobody. He ap-\nproached theroom on tiptoe, went down two steps into it and\nin a faint voice called the porter. \"Yes, not at home! Somewhere\nnear though, in the yard, for the door is wide open.\" He dashed\nto the axe (it was an axe) and pulled it out from under the\nbench, where it lay between two chunks of wood; at once\nbefore going out, he made it fast in the noose, he thrust both\nhands into his f>ockets and went out of the room; no one had\nnoticed him! \"When reason fails, the devil helps!\" he thought\nwith a strange grin. This chance raised his spirits extraor-\ndinarily.\nHe walked along quietly and sedately, without hurry, to\navoid awakening suspicion. He scarcely looked at the passers-by,\ntried to escape looking at their faces at all, and to be as little\nnoticeable as possible. Suddenly he thought of his hat. \"Good\nheavens! I had the money the day before yesterday and did not\nget a cap to wear instead!\" A curse rose from the bottom of hissoul.\nGlancing out of the corner of his eye into a shop, he saw by\na clock on the wall that it was ten minutes past seven. He had","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.951Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.881Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.829Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}