{"id":"01KFE0CV0M2YVJHVS48HCXMYS2","cid":"bafkreigbdpj3bmjfffxavjrnjddcnrr62sbxl2urmolckz2tn2y5elvuxm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihmtbg2nbk6ugraf7y7lonk64ugc6fibd3prlnvyhg5biqez6lqdm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0105.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966636-vd8fj8dl6q","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0105.jpg","page_number":105,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":212792,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 97\nused the most disgraceful language to the respectable family of\na civil councillor, his wife and daughter. And there was one of\nthem turned out of a confectioner's shop the other day. They\nare like that, authors, literary men, students, town-criers . . .\nPfoo! You get along! I shall look in upon you myself one day.\nThen you had better be careful! Do you hear?\"\nWith hurried deference, Luise Ivanovna fell to curtsying in\nall directions, and so curtsied herself to the door. But at the door,\nshe stumbled backwards against a good-looking officer with\na fresh, open face and splendid thick fair whiskers. This was the\nsuperintendent of the district himself, Nikodim Fomitch. Luise\nIranovna made haste to curtsy almost to the ground, and with\nmincing little steps, she fluttered out of the office.\n\"Again thunder and lightning — a hurricane!\" said Nikodim\nFomitch to Ilya Petrovitch in a civil and friendly tone. \"You\nare aroused again, you are fuming again! I heard it on the\nstairs!\"\n\"Well, what then!\" Ilya Petrovitch drawled, with gentle-\nmanly nonchalance; and he walked with some papers to another\ntable, with a jaunty swing of his shoulders at each step. \"Here,\nif you will kindly look: an author, or a student, has been one at\nleast, does not pay his debts, has given an i.o.u. won't clear out\nof his room, and complaints are constantly being lodged against\nhim, and here he has been pleased to make a protest against my\nsmoking in his presence! He behaves like a cad himself, and\njust look at him, please. Here's the gentleman, and very at-\ntractive heis!\" \"\n\"Poverty is not a vice, my friend, but we know you go oflf\nlike powder, you can't bear a slight, I daresay you took offence\nat something and went too far yourself,\" continued Nikodim\nFomitch, turning affably to Raskolnikov. \"But you were wrong\nthere; he is a capital fellow, I assure you, but explosive, ex-\nplosive! He gets hot, fires up, boils over, and no stopping him!\nAnd then it's all over! And at the bottom he's a heart of gold!\nHis nickname in the regiment was the Explosive Lieutenant . . .\"\n\"And what a regiment it was, too,\" cried Ilya Petrovitch,\nmuch gratified at this agreeable banter, though still sulky.\nRaskolnikov had a sudden desire to say something exception-\nally pleasant to them all. \"Excuse me. Captain,\" he began easily,\nsuddenly addressing Nikodim Fomitch, \"will you enter into my","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.636Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.495Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.932Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}