{"id":"01KFE0DX02RBMB4DP26BDXYHXC","cid":"bafkreick24t262zdmuevrcaiblybvpnpvwnf4uunxjj3zl7wqi46hvo3xe","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiczaqtpe3fs6fvyoimrcrzuqdg7zrw3ziezdqmr3pruijqt4gw5ru","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0266.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001321-g5pjp517f76","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0266.jpg","page_number":266,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":201317,"text":"258 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nand fold of the paper. Finding nothing, he got up and drew a\ndeep breath. As he was reaching the steps of Bakaleyev's, he\nsuddenly fancied that something, a chain, a stud or even a bit\nof paper in which they had been wrapped with the old woman's\nhandwriting on it, might somehow have slipped out and been\nlost in some crack, and then might suddenly turn up as unex-\npected, conclusive evidence against him.\nHe stood as though lost in thought, and a strange, humiliated,\nhalf senseless smile strayed on his lips. He took his cap at last\nand went quietly out of the room. His ideas were all tangled.\nHe went dreamily through the gateway.\n\"Here he is himself,\" shouted a loud voice.\nHe raised his head.\nThe porter was standing at the door of his little room and was\npointing him out to a short man who looked like an artisan,\n'{^earing a long coat and a waistcoat, and looking at a distance\nremarkably like a woman. He stooped, and his head in a greasy\na p hung forward. From his wrinkled flabby face he looked\no\\er fifty; his little eyes were lost in fat and they looked out\ngrimly, sternly and discontentedly.\n\"What is it?\" Raskolnikov asked, going up to the porter.\nThe man stole a look at him from under his brows and he\nlooked at him attentively, deliberately; then he turned slowly\nand went out of the gate into the street without saying a word.\n\"What is It?\" cried Raskolnikov.\n\"Why, he there was asking whether a student lived here,\nmentioned your name and whom you lodged with. I saw you\ncoming and pointed you out and he went away. It's funny.\"\nThe porter too seemed rather puzzled, but not much so, and\nafter wondering for a moment he turned and went back to his\nroom.\nRaskolnikov ran after the stranger, and at once caught sight\nof him walking along the other side of the street with the same\neven, deliberate step with his eyes fixed on the ground, as though\nin meditation. He soon overtook him, but for some time walked\nbehind him. At last, moving on to a level with him, he looked\nat his face. The man noticed him at once, looked at him quickly,\nbut dropped his eyes again; and so they walked for a minute\nside by side without uttering a word.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.321Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.059Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.523Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}