{"id":"01KFE0BTDVMR64K3NJA880DHJ9","cid":"bafkreihbhsiyiu2dh5fklivctb37lshok2pkiccybc27bsl6nm5ttvlpta","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiabfr7z4ttssiu226zh4yrgiiiywr73ywmhmbwrgxspchnfu56piy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0017.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932931-06ri1wq1z0ls","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0017.jpg","page_number":17,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":180689,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 9\n**His wife a year he fondly loved\nHis wife a — a year he — fondly loved.**\nOr suddenly waking up again:\n\"Walking along the crowded row\nHe met the one he used to know.\"\nBut no one shared his enjoyment: his silent companion looked\nwith positive hostility and mistrust at all these manifestations.\nThere was another man in the room who looked somewhat like\na retired government clerk. He was sitting apart, now and then\nsipping from his pot and looking round at the company. He,\ntoo, appeared to be in some agitation.\nCHAPTER n\nRaskolnikov was not used to crowds, and, as we said before,\nhe avoided society of every sort, more especially of late. But now\nall at once he felt a desire to be with other people. Something\nnew seemed to be taking place within him, and with it he felt\na sort of thirst for company. He was so weary after a whole\nmonth of concentrated wretchedness and gloomy excitement\nthat he longed to rest, if only for a moment, in some other world,\nwhatever it might be; and, in spite of the filthiness of the sur-\nroundings, hewas glad now to stay in the tavern.\nThe master of the establishment was in another room, but he\nfrequently came down some steps into the main room, his\njaunty, tarred boots with red turn-over tops coming into view\neach time before the rest of his person. He wore a full coat and\na horribly greasy black satin waistcoat, with no cravat, and his\nwhole face seemed smeared with oil like an iron lock. At the\ncounter stood a boy of about fourteen, and there was another\nboy somewhat younger who handed whatever was wanted. On\nthe counter lay some sliced cucumber, some pieces of dried black\nbread, and some fish, chopped up small, all smelling very bad.\nIt was insufferably close, and so heavy with the fumes of spirits\nthat five minutes in such an atmosphere might well make a man\ndrunk.\nThere are chance meetings with strangers that interest us\nfrom the first moment, before a word is spoken. Such was the","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.931Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.115Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:55.398Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}