{"id":"01KFE0EZCNBHC2ANSQNB7PDJ97","cid":"bafkreiahlaujuol5ckzu2565nuxh2zejcuziig6zhq6lgbn63pkgggzrma","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreig7352ntr3ukehmkhmb7juooixfrii3io777zw375qb6qslom6fgu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0311.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036548-22vox3frreg","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0311.jpg","page_number":311,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202046,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 303\nit. . . . And if you were to torture her, she wouldn't do wrong.\nShe doesn't see that it's impossible for people to be righteous\nand she is angry at it. Like a child, like a child. She is good!\"\n\"And what will happen to you?\"\nSonia looked at him inquiringly.\n\"They are left on your hands, you see. They were all on\nyour hands before, though. . . . And your father came to you to\nbeg for drink. Well, how will it be now?\"\n\"I don't know,\" Sonia articulated mournfully.\n\"Will they stay there?\"\n\"I don't know. . . . They are in debt for the lodging, but\nthe landlady, I hear, said to-day that she wanted to get rid of\nthem, and Katerina Ivanovna says that she won't stay another\nminute.\"\n\"How is it she is so bold? She relies upon you?\"\n\"Oh, no, don't talk like that. . . . We are one, we live like\none.\" Sonia was agitated again and even angry, as though a\ncanary or some other little bird were to be angry. \"And what\ncould she do? What, what could she do?\" she persisted, getting\nhot and excited. \"And how she cried to-day! Her mind is\nunhinged, haven't you noticed it? At one minute she is worry-\ning like a child that everything should be right to-morrow, the\nlunch and all that. . . . Then she is wringing her hands, spitting\nblood, weeping, and all at once she will begin knocking her head\nagainst the wall, in despair. Then she will be comforted again.\nShe builds all her hopes on you; she says that you will help her\nnow and that she will borrow a little money somewhere and go\nto her native town with me and set up a boarding school for the\ndaughters of gentlemen and take me to superintend it, and we\nwill begin a new splendid life. And she kisses and hugs me,\ncomforts me, and you know she has such faith, such faith in\nher fancies! One can't contradict her. And all the day long she\nhas been washing, cleaning, mending. She dragged the wash\ntub into the room with her feeble hands and sank on the bed,\ngasping for breath. We went this morning to the shops to buy\nshoes for Polenka and Lida for theirs are quite worn out. Only\nthe money we'd reckoned wasn't enough, not nearly enough.\nAnd she picked out such dear little boots, for she has taste, you\ndon't know. And there in the shop she burst out crying before","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.548Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.501Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.948Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}