{"id":"01KFE0DWZ9XQVD7K1HA2TDP02V","cid":"bafkreiaz33toercd6ejzqgtkvfd2ck3xmtbe5dwpbn3xm77qumcweg2y7y","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreie3t6qmv4yfvl4ih4eh3v2fax7pit2xp42fzz4g5o3pz4egtfzzjq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0222.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001306-ywfdzt4cuwf","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0222.jpg","page_number":222,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":213064,"text":"214 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nthough repeating a lesson learned by heart. \"It is only to-day\nthat I have been able to realise a little how distressed you must\nhave been here yesterday, waiting for me to come back.\"\nWhen he had said this, he suddenly held out his hand to his\nsister, smiling without a word. But in this smile there was a\nflash of real unfeigned feeling. Dounia caught it at once, and\nwarmly pressed his hand, overjoyed and thankful. It was the\nfirst time he had addressed her since their dispute the previous\nday. The mother's face lighted up with ecstatic happiness at\nthe sight of this conclusive unspoken reconciliation. \"Yes, that\nis what I love him for,\" Razumihin, exaggerating it all, mut-\ntered tohimself, with a vigorous turn in his chair. \"He has\nthese movements.\"\n\"And how well he does it all,\" the mother was thinking to\nherself. '\"What generous impulses he has, and how simply, how\ndelicately he put an end to all the misunderstanding with his\nsister — simply by holding out his hand at the right minute\nand looking at her like that. . . . And what fine eyes he has, and\nhow fine his whole face is! . . . He is even better looking than\nDounia. . . . But, good heavens, what a suit — how terribly he's\ndressed! . . . Vasya, the messenger boy in Afanasy Ivanitch's\nshop, is better dressed! I could rush at him and hug him . . .\nweep over him — but I am afraid. . . . Oh, dear, he's so strange!\nHe's talking kindly, but I'm afraid! Why, what am I afraid\nof? . . .\"\n\"Oh, Rodya, you wouldn't believe,\" she began suddenly, in\nhaste to answer his words to her, \"how unhappy Dounia and\nI were yesterday! Now that it's all over and done with and\nwe are quite happy again — I can tell you. Fancy, we ran here\nalmost straight from the train to embrace you and that woman\n— ah, here she is! Good morning, Nastasya! . . . She told us at\nonce that you were lying in a high fever and had just rvm away\nfrom the doctor in delirivun, and they were looking for you in\nthe streets. You can't imagine how we felt! I couldn't help\nthinking of the tragic end of Lieutenant Potanchikov, a friend\nof your \"father's — you can't remember him, Rodya — who ran\nout in the same way in a high fever and fell into the well in\n'the courtyard and they couldn't pull him out till next day.\nOf course, we exaggerated things. We were on the point of\nrushing to find Pyotr Petrovitch to ask him to help. . . . Be-","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.231Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.778Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}