{"id":"01KFE0DWYZ6NJXW2NXPC6HYK53","cid":"bafkreie66lesqmh5gq7f2vgythrjhqzel6s2r4kxrjxddlddaacnvd7iny","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifgjrkyfrooaoqfkw3hi6y6rtvhmdree52wec5pnb76odtq262lgu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0224.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001306-bif063p6jz8","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0224.jpg","page_number":224,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":192465,"text":"216 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n'In that sense we are certainly all not infrequently like mad-\nmen, but with the slight difference that the deranged are some-\nwhat madder, for we must draw a line. A normal man, it is\ntrue, hardly exists. Among dozens — ^perhaps hundreds of thou-\nsands— hardly one is to be met with.\"\nAt the word \"madman,\" carelessly dropped by Zossimov\nin his chatter on his favourite subject, every one frowned.\nRaskolnikov sat seeming not to pay attention, plunged in\nthought with a strange smile on his pale lips. He was still medi-\ntating on something.\n\"Well, what about the man who was run over? I interrupted\nyou!\" Raziunihin cried hastily.\n\"What?\" Raskolnikov seemed to wake up. \"Oh ... I got\nspattered with blood helping to carry him to his lodging. By\nthe way, mamma, I did an impardonable thing yesterday. I was\nliterally out of my mind. I gave away all the money you sent\nme. ... to his wife for the funeral. She's a widow now, in\nconsumption, a poor creature . . . three little children, starving\n. . . nothing in the house . . . there's a daughter, too . . . perhaps\nyou'd have given it yourself if you'd seen them. But I had no\nright to do it I admit, especially as I knew how you needed the\nmoney yourself. To help others one must have the right to do\nit, or else Crevez, chiens, si vous n'etes pas contents.\" He\nlaughed, \"That's right, isn't it Dounia?\"\n\"No, it's not,\" answered Dounia firmly.\n\"Bah! you, too, have ideals,\" he muttered, looking at her\nalmost with hatred, and smiling sarcastically. \"I ought to have\nconsidered that. . . . Well, that's praiseworthy, and it's better\nfor you . . . and if you reach a line you won't overstep, you\nwill be unhappy . . . and if you overstep it, maybe you will\nbe still unhappier. . . . But all that's nonsense,\" he added irri-\ntably, vexed at being carried away. \"I only meant to say that I\nbeg your forgiveness, mother,\" he concluded, shortly and\nabruptly.\n\"That's enough, Rodya, I am sure that everything you do is\nvery good,\" said his mother, delighted.\n\"Don't be too sure,\" he answered, twisting his mouth into\na smile.\nA silence followed. There was a certain constraint in all","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.306Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.072Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.481Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}