{"id":"01KFE0CV8SFMKH23ATKMZPAM5B","cid":"bafkreid5tqjywaf6cevpmqlu3l7yamlajhicde3m6rrad6qplcbxezz66e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihqt7brqx3kack6n7bhjq6orkubuhxloskg4vkyli35ywx4ekp2xq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0178.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922966673-x6nr61x3kjl","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0178.jpg","page_number":178,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202755,"text":".70 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nbreaking up?' (You must mend that tear, you miist take your\nneedle and darn it as I showed you, or to-morrow — cough,\ncough, cough — he will make the hole bigger,\" she articulated\nwith eflFort.) Prince Schegolskoy, a kammerjvmker, had just\ncome from Petersburg then. . . he danced the mazurka with me\nand wanted to make me an offer next day; but I thanked him\nin flattering expressions and told him that my heart had long\nbeen another's. That other was your father, Polya; papa was\nfearfully angry. ... Is the water ready? Give me the shirt, and\nthe stockings! Lida,\" said she to the youngest one, \"you must\nmanage without your chemise to-night . . . and lay your stock-\nings out with it . . . I'll wash them together. . . . How is it that\ndrunken vagabond doesn't come in? He has worn his shirt till it\nlooks like a dishclout, he has torn it to rags! I'd do it all to-\ngether, so as not to have to work two nights running! Oh, dear!\n(Cough, cough, cough, cough!) Again! What's this?\" she cried,\nnoticing a crowd in the passage and the men who were pushing\n'jito her room, carrying a burden. \"What is it? What are they\nbringing? Mercy on us!\"\n\"Where are we to put him?\" asked the policeman, looking\nround when Marmeladov, unconscious and covered with blood,\nhad been carried in.\n\"On the sofa! Put him straight on the sofa, with his head\nthis way,\" Raskolnikov showed him.\n\"Run over in the road! Dnmk!\" some one shouted in the\npassage.\nKaterina Ivanovna stood, turning white and gasping for\nbreath. The children were terrified. Little Lida screamed, rushed\nto Polenka and clutched at her, trembling all over.\nHaving laid Marmeladov down, Raskolnikov flew to Katerina\nJvanovna.\n\"For God's sake be calm, don't be frightened!\" he said, speak-\ning quickly, \"he was crossing the road and was run over by\na carriage, don't be frightened, he will come to, I told them\nto bring him here . . . I've been here already, you remember?\nHe will come to; I'll pay!\"\n\"He's done it this time!\" Katerina Ivanovna cried despair-\ningly and she rushed to her husband.\nRaskolnikov noticed at once that she was not one of those\nwomen who swoon easily. She instantly placed under the luckless","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:29:26.673Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:29:27.531Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:29:28.587Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}