{"id":"01KFE0EZ8ZDGW41495JP452S98","cid":"bafkreigkjumh2w7qhaanncx7oyl4t5opbctkmg5mcsdfpol6zlomapakmm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicniqexrlpm6yvg2j7javakzgnchlmwflycdbbsocjnebgosjprdm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0318.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036553-aru8nwzna64","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0318.jpg","page_number":318,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":160672,"text":"310 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nI shall be there if I am not in a worse place,\" he muttered tohimself.\nSonia heard Raskolnikov's request distrustfully and moved\nhesitatingly to the table. She took the book however.\n\"Haven't you read it?\" she asked, looking up at him acrossthe table.\nHer voice became sterner and sterner.\n\"Long ago. . . . When I was at school. Read!\"\n\"And haven't you heard it in church?\"\n\"I . . . haven't been. Do you often go?\"\n\"N-no,\" whispered Sonia.\nRaskolnikov smiled.\n\"I understand. . . . And you won't go to your father's funeral\nto-morrow?\"\n\"Yes, I shall. I was at church last week, too. ... I had a\nrequiem service.\"\n\"For whom?\"\n\"For Lizaveta. She was killed with an axe.\"\nHis nerves were more and more strained. His head began to\ngo round.\n\"Were you friends with Lizaveta?\"\n\"Yes. . . . She was good . . . she used to come . . . not often\n. . . she couldn't. . . . We used to read together and . . . talk.\nShe will sec God.\"\nThe last phrase sounded strange in his ears. And here was\nsomething new again: the mysterious meetings with Lizaveta\nand both of them — religious maniacs.\n\"I shall be a religious maniac myself soon! It's infectious!\"\n\"Read!\" he cried irritably and insistently.\nSonia still hesitated. Her heart was throbbing. She hardly\ndared to read to him. He looked almost with exasperation at\nthe \"unhappy lunatic.\"\n\"What for? You don't believe? . . .\" she whispered softly and\nas it were breathlessly.\n\"Read! I want you to,\" he persisted. \"You used to read to\nLizaveta,\"\nSonia opened the book and found the place. Her hands were\nshaking, her voice failed her. Twice she tried to begin and\ncould not bring out the first syllable.\n\"Now a certain man was sick named Lazarus of Bethany.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.553Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.406Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.466Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}