{"id":"01KFE0EZAWPD3SJXX01FAVHHHH","cid":"bafkreigzpzdnnmpgi7wdn7ifgje2dkaozyuwbrfxf5xcljbwliazzt3bk4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreigbwzifdhbrvqp3od6pmhvsjawfoclgm23pkegrnyfsz2d5u37rme","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0308.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036546-cvh1myj2gkv","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0308.jpg","page_number":308,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":209815,"text":"300 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nOn a broken, chair stood a candle in a battered copper candle-\nstick.\n\"It's you! Good heavens!\" cried Sonia weakly and she stood\nrooted to the spot.\n\"Which is your room? This way?\" and Raskolnikov, trying\nnot to look at her, hastened in.\nA minute later Sonia, too, came in with the candle, set down\nthe candlestick and, completely disconcerted, stood before him\ninexpressibly agitated and apparently frightened by his unex-\npected visit. The colour rushed suddenly to her pale face and\ntears came into her eyes. . . . She felt sick and ashamed and\nhappy, too. . . . Raskolnikov turned away quickly and sat on\na chair by the table. He scanned the room in a rapid glance.\nIt was a large but exceedingly low-pitched room, the only\none let by the Kapernaumovs, to whose rooms a closed door led\nin the wall on the left. In the opposite side on the right hand\nwall was another door, always kept locked. That led to the next\nflat, which formed a separate lodging. Soma's room looked like\na barn; it was a very irregular quadrangle and this gave it a\ngrotesque appearance. A wall with three windows looking out\non to the canal ran aslant so that one corner formed a very acute\nangle, and it was diflBcult to see in it without very strong light.\nThe other corner was disproportionately obtuse. There was\nscarcely any furniture in the big room: in the corner on the\nright was a bedstead, beside it, nearest the door, a chair. A plain,\ndeal table covered by a blue cloth stood against the same wall,\nclose to the door into the other flat. Two rush-bottom chairs\nstood by the table. On the opposite wall near the acute angle\nstood a small plain wooden chest of drawers looking, as it were,\nlost in a desert. That was all there was in the room. The yellow,\nscratched and shabby wall-paper was black in the corners. It\nmust have been damp and full of fumes in the winter. There was\nevery sign of poverty; even the bedstead had no curtain.\nSonia looked in silence at her visitor, who was so attentively\nand unceremoniously scrutinising her room, and even began at\nlast to tremble with terror, as though she was standing before\nher judge and the arbiter of her destinies.\n\"I am late. . . . It's eleven, isn't it?\" he asked, still not lifting\nhis eyes.\n\"Yes,\" muttered Sonia, \"oh, yes, it is/* she added, hastily,","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.546Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.134Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.284Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}