{"id":"01KFE0CV8EV2Y65EWW9WJGG3H9","cid":"bafkreidwyalwyblwttqrb4hu7zunuy4mix75ojnd6bryjbqyjvi63qbm5i","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibhlmqa7lxgamvqu2swlvpkbvrubwbbltnavbi6ph5zzfz6tthtja","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0186.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966679-huaefnx45il","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0186.jpg","page_number":186,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202585,"text":"178 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nsistance to you, then ... I ... in short, I will come again, I will\nbe sure to come again ... I shall, perhaps, come again to-\nmorrow.. . . Good-bye!\"\nAnd he went quickly out of the room, squeezing his way\nthrough the crowd to the stairs. But in the crowd he suddenly\njostled against Nikodim Fomitch, who had heard of the acci-\ndent and had come to give instructions in person. They had not\nmet since the scene at the police station, but Nikodim Fomitch\nknew him instantly.\n\"Ah, is that you?\" he asked him.\n\"He's dead,\" answered Raskolnikov. \"The doctor and the\npriest have been, all as it should have been. Don't worry the\npoor woman too much, she is in consumption as it is. Try and\ncheer her up, if possible . . . you are a kind-hearted man, I\nknow . . .\" he added with a smile, looking straight in his face.\n\"But you are spattered with blood,\" observed Nikodim\nFomitch, noticing in the lamplight some fresh stains on Ras-\nkolnikov's waistcoat.\n\"Yes . . . I'm covered with blood,\" Raskolnikov said with a\npeculiar air; then he smiled, nodded and went downstairs.\nHe walked down slowly and deUberately, feverish but not\nconscious of it, entirely absorbed in a new overwhelming sen-\nsation oflife and strength that surged up suddenly within him.\nThis sensation might be compared to that of a man condemned\nto death who has suddenly been pardoned. Halfway down the\nstaircase he was overtaken by the priest on his way home; Ras-\nkolnikov lethim pass, exchanging a silent greeting with him.\nHe was just descending the last steps when he heard rapid foot-\nsteps behind him. Some one overtook him; it was Polenka. She\nwas running after him, calling \"Wait! wait!\"He turned round. She was at the bottom of the staircase and\nstopped short a step above him. A dim light came in from the\nyard. Raskolnikov could distinguish the child's thin but pretty\nlittle face, looking at him with a bright childish smile. She had\nrun after him with a message which she was evidently glad to\ngive.\n\"Tell me, what is your name? . . . and where do you live?\"\nshe said hvuriedly in a breathless voice.\nHe laid both hands on her shoulders and looked at her with","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.679Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.367Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.317Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}