{"id":"01KFE0EZGK5EMWJA466CE3EFMP","cid":"bafkreigi2xyxxsiveosx6tz7sjhxd5p6uoivvyp5fki5rqfvuk6oz27rje","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihdl3lx3be6glaagwclac4rw2dvwjqiaehyoxo3okhr6uhs2hstgm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0397.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923036581-h48f5tyodyg","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0397.jpg","page_number":397,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":186784,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 389\nunhappy man the terrible idea of the murder overwhelmed her.\nIn his changed tone she seemed to hear the murderer speaking.\nShe looked at him bewildered. She knew nothing as yet, why,\nhow, with what object it had been. Now all these questions\nrushed at once into her mind. And again she could not believe\nit: \"He, he is a murderer! Could it be true?\"\n\"What's the meaning of it.-\" Where am I?\" she said in com-\nplete bewilderment, as though still unable to recover herself.\n\"How could you, you, a man like you. . . . How could you bring\nyourself to it? . . . What does it mean?\"\n\"Oh, well — to plunder. Leave off, Sonia,\" he answered\nwearily, almost with vexation.\nSonia stood as though struck dumb, but suddenly she cried:\n\"You were hungry! It was ... to help your mother? Yes?\"\n\"No, Sonia, no,\" he muttered, turning away and hanging his\nhead. \"I was not so hungry. ... I certainly did want to help my\nmother, but . . . that's not the real thing either. . . . Don't tor-\nture me, Sonia.\"\nSonia clasped her hands.\n\"Could it, could it all be true? Good God, what a truth!\nWho could believe it? And how could you give away your last\nfarthing and yet rob and murder! Ah,\" she cried suddenly,\n\"that money you gave Katerina Ivanovna . . . that .money. . . .\nCan that money ...\"\n\"No, Sonia,\" he broke in hurriedly, \"that money was not it.\nDon't worry yourself! That money my mother sent me and it\ncame when I was ill, the day I gave it to you. . . . Razumihin\nsaw it ... he received it for me. . . . That money was mine-^\nmy own.\"Sonia listened to him in bewilderment and did her utmost to\ncomprehend.\n\"And that money. ... I don't even know really whether\nthere was any money,\" he added softly, as though reflecting. \"I\ntook a purse off her neck, made of chamois leather ... a purse\nstuflfed full of something . . . but I didn't look in it; I suppose\nI hadn't time. . . . And the things — chains and trinkets — I\nburied under a stone with the purse next morning in a yard off\nthe V Prospect. They are all there now. . . .\"\nSonia strained every nerve to listen.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:36.581Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:30:37.554Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:38.685Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}