{"id":"01KFE0CV002ZH8XQSR6J346N6R","cid":"bafkreifwsjd5u3pb4tan7z26xwsj4xyjr5lkwchc36acdliy36zhynkdmq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiaemy4qfvzvroijwvfaik64rmpgev2l775biqwq4ajtc5zelixth4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0117.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966642-ubstgw6kvd","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0117.jpg","page_number":117,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":205056,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 109\nknown reason he had been walking in the very middle of the\nbridge in the traffic) . He angrily clenched and ground his teeth.\nHe heard laughter, of course.\n\"Serves him right!\"\n\"A pickpocket I dare say.\"\n\"Pretending to be drunk, for sure, and getting under the\nwheels on purpose; and you have to answer for him.\"\n\"It's a regular profession, that's what it is,\"\nBut while he stood at the railing, still looking angry and be-\nwildered after the retreating carriage, and rubbing his back, he\nsuddenly felt some one thrust money into his hand. He looked.\nIt was an elderly woman in a kerchief and goatskin shoes, with\na girl, probably her daughter, wearing a hat, and carrying a\ngreen parasol.\n\"Take it, my good man, in Christ's name.\"\nHe took it and they passed on. It was a piece of twenty\ncopecks. From his dress and appearance they might well have\ntaken him for a beggar asking alms in the streets, and the gift of\nthe twenty copecks he doubtless owed to the blow, which made\nthem feel sorry for him.\nHe closed his hand on the twenty copecks, walked on for ten\npaces, and turned facing the Neva, looking towards the palace.\nThe sky was without a cloud and the water was almost bright\nblue, which is so rare in the Neva. The cupola of the cathedral,\nwhich is seen at its best from the bridge about twenty paces\nfrom the chapel, glittered in the sunlight, and in the pure air\nevery ornament on it could be clearly distinguished. The pain\nfrom the lash went oflf, and Raskolnikov forgot about it; one\nvmeasy and not quite definite idea occupied him now completely.\nHe stood still, and gazed long and intently into the distance;\nthis spot was especially familiar to him. When he was attending\nthe university, he had hundreds of times — generally on his way\nhome — stood still on this spot, gazed at this truly magnificent\nspectacle and almost always marvelled at a vague and mysteri-\nous emotion it roused in him. It left him strangely cold; this\ngorgeous picture was for him blank and lifeless. He wondered\nevery time at his sombre and enigmatic impression and, mis-\ntrusting himself, put oflf finding the explanation of it. He\nvividly recalled those old doubts and perplexities, and it seemed\nto him that it was no mere chance that he recalled them now","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.642Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.281Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.577Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}