{"id":"01KFE0CV7B313EJ07YYDDB317M","cid":"bafkreicqdnbx6vezcdfqnye25u7vkmsg5pwrsdwlzeo5ibnwi33yatjsxi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiefndhq2uryatuduhls565acm3bz7t6yndrcok2z5xfkxhc6chx2i","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0129.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966648-u3lizucvtzm","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0129.jpg","page_number":129,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":203442,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 121\nat this moment. And then you asked so piteously for fringe\nfor your trousers. We tried to find out what sort of fringe,\nbut we could not make it out. Now to business! Here are thir-\nty-five roubles; I. take ten of them, and shall give you an ac-\ncount of them in an hour or two. I will let Zossimov know\nat the same time, though he ought to have been here long ago,\nfor it is nearly twelve. And you, Nastasya, look in pretty often\nwhile I am away, to see whether he wants a drink or anything\nelse. And I will tell Pashenka what is wanted m/self. Good-\nbye!\"\n\"He calls her Pashenka! Ah, he's a deep one!\" said Nastasya\nas he went out; then she opened the door and stood listening,\nbut could not resist running downstairs after him. She was\nvery eager to hear what he would say to the landlady. She was\nevidently quite fascinated by Razumihin.\nNo sooner had she left the room than the sick man flung off\nthe bedclothes and leapt out of bed like a madman. With burn-\ning, switching impatience he had waited for them to be gone\nso that he might set to work. But to what work? Now, as\nthough to spite him, it eluded him.\n\"Good God, only tell me one thing: do they know of it yet\nor not? What if they know it and are only pretending, mock-\ning me while I am laid up, and then they will come in and\ntell me that it's been discovered long ago and that they have\nonly . . . What am I to do now? That's what I've forgotten,\nas though on purpose; forgotten it all at once, I remembered\na minute ago.\"\nHe stood in the middle of the room and gazed in miserable\nbewilderment about him; he walked to the door, opened it,\nlistened; but that was not what he wanted. Suddenly, as though\nrecalling something, he rushed to the corner where there waj^\na hole under the paper, began examining it, put his hand int«>\nthe hole, fumbled — but that was not it. He went to the stove,\nopened it and began rummaging in the ashes; the frayed edges\nof his trousers and the rags cut off his pocket were lying there\njust as he had thrown them. No one had looked, then! Then\nhe remembered, the sock about which Razumihin had just been\ntelling him. Yes, there it lay on the sofa under the quilt, but it\nwas so covered with dust and grime that Zametov could not\nhave seen anything on it.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.648Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.485Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.681Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}