{"id":"01KFE0CV4DVFQVQ2D3JY1WHMQG","cid":"bafkreigyfc7douy6wy6c7cwiihnw3z3k62ukcdi67h4osz7non2xiwlele","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiguol3ake4gyimexszh2lmguautyvldnzutnshkkp5wkefeq67bwu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0159.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966663-cydg7ydvtmc","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0159.jpg","page_number":159,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":191087,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 151\n\"I say, sir,\" the girl shouted after him.\n\"What is it?\"\nShe hesitated.\n\"I'll always be pleased to spend an hour wkh you, kind\ngentleman, but now I feel shy. Give me six copecks for a drink,\nthere's a nice young man!\"\nRaskolnikov gave her what came first — fifteen copecks.\n\"Ah, what a good-natured gentleman!\"\n\"What's your name?\"\n\"Ask for DucHda.\"\n\"Well, that's too much,\" one of the women observed, shak-\ning her head at Duclida. \"I don't know how you can ask like\nthat. I believe I should drop with shame. ...\"\nRaskolnikov looked curiously at the speaker. She was a pock-\nmarked wench of thirty, covered with bruises, with her upper\nlip swollen. She made her criticism quietly and earnestly.\n\"Where is it,\" thought Raskolnikov. \"Where is it I've read that\nsome one condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his\ndeath, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow\nledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting\ndarkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him,\nif he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life,\na thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die\nat once! Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!\n. . . How true it is! Good God, how true! Man is a vile creature!\n. . . And vile is he who calls him vile for that,\" he added a mo-\nment later.\nHe went into another street. \"Bah, the Palais de Crystal!\nRazumihin was just talking of the Palais de Crystal. But what\non earth was it I wanted? Yes, the newspapers. . . . Zossimov\nsaid he'd read it in the papers. Have you the papers?\" he asked,\ngoing into a very spacious and positively clean restaurant, con-\nsisting ofseveral rooms, which were however rather empty. Two\nor three people were drinking tea, and in a room further away\nwere sitting four men drinking champagne. Raskolnikov fan-\ncied that Zametov was one of them, but he could not be sure at\nthat distance. \"What if it is!\" he thought.\n\"Will you have vodka?\" asked the waiter.\n\"Give me some tea and bring me the papers, the old ones\nfor the last five days and I'll give you something.\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.663Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.380Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.703Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}