{"id":"01KFE0DWZB3VNARNK7PVK4GEEH","cid":"bafkreiapc6eycm7ft6ezefbxfihyq4vtjzwy53qrh4jgeai5xvz67fnwjm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiercsq7tsturnxpnyoib26y5i7xtxnylipia3qppqksb2nizqrfiu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0237.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001311-6dln79dgvjl","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0237.jpg","page_number":237,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":190797,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 229\nDounia smiled, flvished, pulled her hand away, and went off\nquite happy.\n\"Come, that's capital,\" he said to Sonia, going back and\nlooking brightly at her. \"God give peace to the dead, the living\nhave still to live. That is right, isn't it?\"\nSonia looked surprised at the sudden brightness of his face.\nHe looked at her for some moments in silence. The whole history\nof the dead father floated before his memory in those mo-\nments.. . .\n\"Heavens, Dounia,\" Pulcheria Alexandrovna began, as soon\nas they were in the street, \"I really feel relieved myself at\ncoming away — more at ease. How little did I think yesterday\nin the train that I could ever be glad of that.\"\n\"I tell you again, mother, he is still very ill. Don't you see\nit? Perhaps worrying about us upset him. We must be patient,\nand much, much can be forgiven.\"\n\"Well, you were not very patient!\" Pjulcheria Alexandrovna\ncaught her up, hotly and jealously. \"Do you know, Dounia, I\nwas looking at you two. You are the very portrait of him, and\nnot so much in face as in soul. You are both melancholy, both\nmorose and hot tempered, both haughty and both generous.\n. . . Surely he can't be an egoist, Dounia. Eh? When 1 think of\nwhat is in store for us this evening, my heart sinks!\"\n\"Don't be uneasy, mother. What must be, will be.\"\n\"Dounia, only think what a position we are in! What if\nPyotr Petrovitch breaks it off?\" poor Pulcheria Alexandrovna\nblurted out, incautiously.\n\"He won't be worth much if he does,\" answered Dounia,\nsharply and contemptuously.\n\"We did well to come away,\" Pulcheria Alexandrovna hur-\nriedly broke in. \"He was in a hurry about some- business or\nother. If he gets out and has a breath of air . . . it is fearfully\nclose in his room. . . . But where is one to get a breath of air\nhere. The very streets here feel like shut-up rooms. Good\nheavens! what a town! . . . stay . . . this side . . . they will crush\nyou — carrying something. Why, it is a piano they have got, I\ndeclare . . . how they push ... I am very much afraid of that\nyoung woman, too.\"\n\"What young woman, mother?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.311Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.139Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.168Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}