{"id":"01KFE0CV26070WDEXJ38M15ZPN","cid":"bafkreib2wssaskbjg6cwqdsdcbuowl3kew6lor4bjhkoil5yzisnnotxfy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidnsf5ypi2no7guzmkbt2l7c3ka5kp4wkd665w6xnqet7d6awv3wi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0134.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966651-a780h3h09e6","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0134.jpg","page_number":134,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":170418,"text":"126 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"I remember now,\" said Raskolnikov after a long, sullen\nsilence. Razumihin looked at him, frowning and uneasy.\nThe door opened and a tall, stout man whose appearance\nseemed familiar to Raskolnikov came in.\n\"Zossimov! At last!\" cried Razumihin, delighted. .\nCHAPTER IV\nZossimov was a tall, fat man with a puffy, colourless, clean-\nshaven face and straight flaxen hair. He wore spectacles, and a\nbig gold ring on his fat finger. He was twenty-seven. He had\non a light grey fashionable loose coat, light summer trousers,\nand everything about him loose, fashionable and spick and\nspan; his linen was irreproachable, his watch-chain was mas-\nsive. In manner he was slow and, as it were, nonchalant, and at\nthe same time studiously free and easy; he made efforts to con-\nceal his self-importance, but it was apparent at every instant.\nAll his acquaintances found him tedious, but said he was clever\nat his work.\n\"I've been to you twice to-day, brother. You see, he's come\nto himself,\" cried Razvunihin.\n\"I see, I see; and how do we feel now, eh?\" said Zossimov\nto Raskolnikov, watching him carefully and, sitting down at\nthe foot of the sofa, he settled himself as comfortably as he\ncould.\n\"He is still depressed,\" Razumihin went on. \"We've just\nchanged his linen and he almost cried.\"\n\"That's very natural; you might have put it off if he did\nnot wish it. . . . His pulse is first-rate. Is your head still aching,\neh?\"\"I am well, I am perfectly well!\" Raskolnikov declared\npositively and irritably. He raised himself on the sofa and\nlooked at them with glittering eyes, but sank back on to the\npillow at once and turned to the wall. Zossimov watched him\nintently.\n\"Very good. . . . Going on all right,\" he said lazily. \"Has\nhe eaten anything?\"\nThey told him, and asked what he might have.\n\"He may have anything . . . soup, tea . . . mushrooms and","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.651Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.241Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.443Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}