{"id":"01KFE0EZ9N15GN0NRW7YE2YGZ9","cid":"bafkreiansiehun7y7yewrbpsydvbu4nxntkmtsued4pjr5kj3q6wns224m","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidncen4t6pib3kjwg75v75kgoar6cihqqe6yqnxgfix2m4nfhakwu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0312.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036549-bp7jpdmc0ko","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0312.jpg","page_number":312,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":203812,"text":"304 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nthe shopmen because she hadn't enough. . . . Ah, it was sad to\nsee her. . . .\"\n\"Well, after that I can understand your living hke this,\"Raskolnikov said with a bitter smile.\n\"And aren't you sorry for them? Aren't you sorry?\" Sonia\nflew at him again. \"Why, I know, you gave your last penny\nyourself, though you'd seen nothing of it, and if you'd seen\neverything, oh dear! And how often, how often I've brought her\nto tears! Only last week! Yes, I! Only a week before his death.\nI was cruel! And how often I've done it! Ah, I've been wretched\nat the thought of it all day!\"\nSonia wrung her hands as she spoke at the pain of remember-\ning it.\n\"You were cruel?\"\n\"Yes, I— I. I went to see them,\" she went on, weeping, \"and\nfather said, 'read me something, Sonia, my head aches, read to\nme, here's a book.' He had a book he had got from Andrey Sem-\nyonovitch Lebeziatnikov, he lives there, he always used to get\nhold of such funny books. And I said, 'I can't stay,' as I didn't\nwant to read, and I'd gone in chiefly to show Katerina Ivanovna\nsome collars. Lizaveta, the pedlar, sold me some collars and\ncuflFs cheap, pretty, new, embroidered ones. Katerina Ivanovna\nliked them very much; she put them on and looked at herself\nin the glass and was delighted with them. 'Make me a present\nof them, Sonia,' she said, 'please do.' 'Please do,' she said, she\nwanted them so much. And when could she wear them? They\njust reminded her of her old happy days. She looked at herself\nin the glass, admired herself, and she has no clothes at all, no\nthings of her own, hasn't had all these years! And she never asks\nany one for anything; she is proud, she'd sooner give away\neverything. And these she asked for, she liked them so much.\nAnd I was sorry to give them. 'What use are they to you,\nKaterina Tvanovna?' I said. I spoke like that to her, I ought not\nto have said that! She gave me such a look. And she was so\ngrieved, so grieved at my refusing her. And it was so sad to see.\n. . . And she was not grieved for the collars, but for my refusing,\nI saw that. Ah, if only I could bring it all back, change it, take\nback those words! Ah, if I . . . but it's nothing to you!\"\n\"Did you know Lizaveta, the pedlar?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.549Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.088Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.293Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}