{"id":"01KFE0BTA2K3P6NQGA80B92VCH","cid":"bafkreif7kzinudnxwu6azcjvdpptilua6kapp4wvdatxvamy5zhq6jo3qu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibas36vqsnsfl2symnkd4ncrojeiynjmcfxnnobrvo7pbhhmeek3m","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0065.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932947-76n2jfjxniq","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0065.jpg","page_number":65,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":192153,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 57\nagain with a swinging blow on her back and she fell on the\nground like a log. ^\n\"Finish her off,\" shouted Mikolka and he leapt, beside himself,\nout of the cart. Several young men, also flushed with drink,\nseized anything they could come across — whips, sticks, poles,\nand ran to the dying mare. Mikolka stood on one side and began\ndealing random blows with the crowbar. The mare stretched\nout her head, drew a long breath and died.\n\"You butchered her,\" some one shouted in the crowd.\n\"Why wouldn't she gallop then?\"\n\"My property!\" shouted Mikolka, with bloodshot eyes,\nbrandishing the bar in his hands. He stood as though regretting\nthat he had nothing more to beat.\n\"No mistake about it, you are not a Christian,\" many voices\nwere shouting in the crowd.\nBut the poor\" boy, beside himself, made his way screaming\nthrough the crowd to the sorrel nag, put his arms round her\nbleeding dead head and kissed it, kissed the eyes and kissed the\nlips. . . . Then he jumped up and flew in a frenzy with his little\nfists out at Mikolka. At that instant his father who had been\nrunning after him, snatched him up and carried him out of the\ncrowd.\n\"Come along, come! Let us go home,\" he said to him.\n\"Father! Why did they . . . kill . . . the poor horse!\" he\nsobbed, but his voice broke and the words came in shrieks from\nhis panting chest.\n\"They are drunk. . . . They are brutal . . . it's not our busi-\nness!\" said his father. He put his arms round his father but he\nfelt choked, choked. He tried to draw a breath, to cry out — and\nwoke up.\nHe waked up, gasping for breath, his hair soaked with per-\nspiration, andstood up in terror.\n\"Thank God, that was only a dream,\" he said, sitting down\nunder a tree and drawing deep breaths. \"But what is it? Is it\nsome fever coming on? Such a hideous dream!\"\nHe felt utterly broken; darkness and confusion were in his\nsoul. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned his head on\nhis hands.\n\"Good God!\" he cried, \"can it be, can it be, that I shall really\ntake an axe, that I shall strike her on the head, split her skull","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.947Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.862Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:55.150Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}