{"id":"01KFE0CV76J1C3R7B83F64VNHZ","cid":"bafkreibldgc3ofdu6fhcupihcxnhg5ed7pk5ad3othqpfv2g5debsdykg4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicxqsnu2qq2yjv4uaup7ug36x2e4thm4lbfhe6a2ppntgmdrazxpy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0177.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966671-jq9m43vsc8p","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0177.jpg","page_number":177,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":211482,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 169\n\"This way, this way! We must take him upstairs head fore-\nmost. Turn round! I'll pay, I'll make it worth your while,\" hemuttered.\nKaterina Ivanovna had just begun, as she always did at every\nfree moment, walking to and fro in her little room from window\nto stove and back again, with her arms folded across her chest,\ntalking to herself and coughing. Of late she had begun to talk\nmore than ever to her eldest girl, Polenka, a child of ten, who,\nthough there was much she did not understand, understood very\nwell that her mother needed her, and so always watched her with\nher big clever eyes and strove her utmost to appear to under-\nstand. This time Polenka was undressing her little brother,\nwho had been unwell all day and was going to bed. The boy was\nwaiting for her to take off his shirt, which had to be washed at\nnight. He was sitting straight and motionless on a chair, with a\nsilent, serious face, with his legs stretched out straight before\nhim — heels together and toes turned out.\nHe was listening to what his mother was saying to his sister,\nsitting perfectly still with pouting lips and wide-open eyes,\njust as all good little boys have to sit when they are undressed\nto go to bed. A little girl, still younger, dressed literally in rags,\nstood at the screen, waiting for her turn. The door on to the\nstairs was open to relieve them a little from the clouds of\ntobacco smoke which floated in from the other rooms and\nbrought on long terrible fits of coughing in the poor, consump-\ntive woman. Katerina Ivanovna seemed to have grown even\nthinner during that week and the hectic flush on her face was\nbrighter than ever.\n\"You wouldn't believe, you can't imagine, Polenka,\" she said,\nwalking about the room, \"what a happy luxurious life we had in\nmy papa's house and how this drunkard has brought me, and.\nwill bring you all, to ruin! Papa was a civil colonel and only a\nstep from being a governor; so that every one who came to see\nhim said, 'We look upon you, Ivan Mihailovitch, as our gover-\nnor!' When I . . . when . . .\" she coughed violently, \"oh, cursed\nlife,\" she cried, clearing her throat and pressing her hands to her\nbreast, \"when I . . . when at the last ball ... at the marshal's . . .\nPrincess Bezzemelny saw me — who gave me the blessing when\nyour father and I were married, Polenka — she asked at once\n'Isn't that the pretty girl who danced the shawl dance at the","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.671Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.670Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.951Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}