{"id":"01KFE0EZENK9W3C9M0YFR1QW2D","cid":"bafkreiflqyzzgzn7dvj664oafy3oedp63z6btzx3mod7w46akvofbef4te","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicjrkuubvr3gyy2bmhjxsljow577ywb6jbhrm3cyn255pbwfmbpru","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0323.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036556-3is9gkdxp4i","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0323.jpg","page_number":323,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":210728,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 315\nunderstand? You'll understand later, . . . Freedom and power,\nand above all, power! Over all trembling creation and all the\nantheap! . . . That's the goal, remember that! That's my farewell\nmessage. Perhaps it's the last time I shall speak to you. If I\ndon't come to-morrow, you'll hear of it all, and then remember\nthese words. And some day later on, in years to come, you'll\nunderstand perhaps what they meant. If I come to-morrow, I'll\ntell you who killed Lizaveta. . . . Good-bye.\"Sonia started with terror.\n\"Why, do you know who killed her?\" she asked, chilled with\nhorror, looking wildly at him.\n\"I know and will tell . . . you, only you. I have chosen you\nout. I'm not coming to you to ask forgiveness, but simply to\ntell you. I chose you out long ago to hear this, when your father\ntalked of you and when Lizaveta was alive, I thought of it.\nGood-bye, don't shake hands. To-morrow!\"\nHe went out. Sonia gazed at him as at a madman. But she\nherself was like one insane and felt it. Her head was going round.\n\"Good heavens, how does he know who killed Lizaveta?\nWhat did those words mean? It's awful!\" But at the same\ntime the idea did not enter her head, not for a moment! \"Oh,\nhe must be terribly unhappy! . . . He has abandoned his mother\nand sister. . . . What for? What has happened? And what had\nhe in his mind? What did he say to her? He had kissed her foot\nand said . . . said (yes, he had said it clearly) that he could not\nlive without her. . . . Oh, merciful heavens!\"\nSonia spent the whole night feverish and delirious. She\njumped up from time to time, wept and wrung her hands, then\nsank again into feverish sleep and dreamt of Polenka, Katerina\nIvanovna and Lizaveta, of reading the gospel and him . . , him\nwith pale face, with burning eyes . . . kissing her feet, weeping.\nOn the other side of the door on the right, which divided\nSonia's room from Madame Resslich's flat, was a room which\nhad long stood empty. A card was fixed on the gate and a notice\nstuck in the windows over the canal advertising it to let. Sonia\nhad long been accustomed to the room's being uninhabited. But\nall that time Mr. Svidrigailov had been standing, listening at the\ndoor of the empty room. When Raskolnikov went out he stood\nstill, thought a moment, went on tiptoe to his own room which\nadjoined the empty one, brought a chair and noiselessly carried","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.556Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.351Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.395Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}