{"id":"01KFE0CV438JDS2SS9CZVWQWZ5","cid":"bafkreifh4lskoug7zfkfx4yiwsvgewjciwjsqn5i4vh744brehbmggvzyq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiguommb6ehjulufzqjqjox4hxqeh4tm4rudrv7mnp4ijynk4su6ai","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0171.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966669-1b88z1dg4i","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0171.jpg","page_number":171,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":219752,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 163\nhis depression had passed, there was not a trace now of the\nenergy with which he had set out \"to make an end of it all.\"\nComplete apathy had succeeded to it.\n\"Well, it's a way out of it,\" he thought, walking slowly and\nlistlessly along the canal bank. \"Anyway I'll make an end,\nfor I want to. . . . But is it a way out? What does it matter!\nThere'll be the square yard of space — ha! But what an end!\nIs it really the end? Shall I tell them or not? Ah . . . damn! How\ntired I am! If I could find somewhere to sit or lie down soon!\n\"What I am most ashamed of is its being\" so stupid. But I don't\ncare about that either! What idiotic ideas come into one's head.\"\nTo reach the police office he had to go straight forward and\ntake the second turning to the left. It was only a few paces\naway. But at the first turning he stopped and, after a minute's\nthought, turned into a side street and went two streets out of\nhis way, possibly without any object, or possibly to delay a\nminute and gain time. He walked, looking at the ground; sud-\ndenly some one seemed to whisper in his ear; he lifted his head\nand saw that he was standing at the very gate of the house.\nHe had not passed it, he had not been near it since that evening.\nAn overwhelming, unaccountable prompting drew him on. He\nwent into the house, passed through the gateway, then into the\nfirst entrance on the right, and began mounting the familiar\nstaircase to the fourth storey. The narrow, steep staircase was\nvery dark. He stopped at each landing and looked round him\nwith curiosity; on the first landing the framework of the win-\ndow had been taken out. \"That wasn't so then,\" he thought.\nHere was the flat on the second storey where Nikolay and\nDmitri had been working. \"It's shut up and the door newly\npainted. So it's to let.\" Then the third storey and the fourth.\n\"Here!\" He was perplexed to find the door of the flat wide\nopen. There were men there, he could hear voices; he had not\nexp>ected that. After brief hesitation he mounted the last stairs\nand went into the flat. It, too, was being done up; there were\nworkmen in it. This seemed to amaze him; he somehow fancied\nthat he would find everything as he left it, even perhaps tht\ncorpses in the same places on the floor. And now, bare walls,\nno furniture; it seemed strange. He walked to the window and\nsat down on the window sill. There were two workmen, both\nyoung fellows, but one much younger than the other. They","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.669Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.422Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.571Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}