{"id":"01KFE0DX0B7RK75HVP4PJMZWVM","cid":"bafkreias64njzlyqwtjnvgsocpecmfbllyqjda3o46ah7m7yngdgt2fkmq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihiuce6uwmrjimywhnycwrdeprmcv6h4rrnah6gs76hboozab5k7a","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0234.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001310-998iad9ehqj","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0234.jpg","page_number":234,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":199798,"text":"226 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nher to enter. Raskolnikov had at first shown her the place on the\nsofa where Zossimov had been sitting, but feeling that the sofa\nwhich served him as a bed, was too familiar a place, he hur-\nriedly motioned her to Razumihin's chair.\n\"You sit here,\" he said to Razumihin, putting him on thesofa.\nSonia sat down, almost shaking with terror, and looked tim-\nidly at the two ladies. It was evidently almost inconceivable to\nherself that she could sit down beside them. At the thought of\nit, she was so frightened that she hurriedly got up again, and\nin utter confusion addressed Raskolnikov.\n\"I . . . I . . . have come for one minute. Forgive me for dis-\nturbing you,\" she began falteringly. \"I come from Katerina\nIvanovna, and she had no one to send. Katerina Ivanovna told\nme to beg you ... to be at the service ... in the morning ... at\nthe Mitrof anievsky . . . and then ... to us ... to her ... to do her\nthe honour . . . she told me to beg you . . .\" Sonia stammered and\nceased speaking.\n\"I will try, certainly, most certainly,\" answered Raskolni-\nkov. He, too, stood up, and he, too, faltered and could not finish\nhis sentence. \"Please sit down,\" he said, suddenly. \"I want to\ntalk to you. You are perhaps in a hurry, but please, be so kind,\nspare me two minutes,\" and he drew up a chair for her.\nSonia sat down again, and again timidly she took a hurried,\nfrightened look at the two ladies, and dropped her eyes. Raskol-\nnikov's pale face flushed, a shudder passed over him, his eyes\nglowed.\n\"Mother,\" he said, firmly and insistently, \"this is Sofya Sem-\nyonovna Marmeladov, the daughter of that unfortunate Mr.\nMarmeladov, who was run over yesterday before my eyes, and\nof whom I was just telling you.\"\nPulcheria Alexandrovna glanced at Sonia, and slightly\nscrewed up her eyes. In spite of her embarrassment before\n^odya's urgent and challenging look, she could not deny her-\nself that satisfaction. Dounia gazed gravely and intently into\nthe poor girl's face, and scrutinised her with perplexity. Sonia,\nhearing herself introduced, tried to raise her eyes again, but was\njiore embarrassed than ever.\n\"I wanted to ask you,\" said Raskolnikov, hastily, \"how things","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.310Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:02.100Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.815Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}