{"id":"01KFE0G1X1FEG80SCFSDXX28JK","cid":"bafkreieat57bmq2vude36wk4f6kka5qesdntevhepcgo573dk2mdglaqgq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreigp6zkhalaap4nqzqo6yxf3v5byan4mwxe46icjuoidxhj6egjdi4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0491.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071991-k34z7tbxsva","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0491.jpg","page_number":491,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":207564,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 483\nI cry for anything. Sit down, dear boy, you must be tired; I see\nyou are. Ah, how muddy you are.\"\n\"I vras in the rain yesterday, mother. . . .\" Raskolnikov began.\n\"No, no,\" Pulcheria Alexandrovna hurriedly interrupted,\n\"you thought I was going to cross-question you in the woman-\nish way I used to; don't be anxious, I understand, I understan 1\nit all: now I've learned the ways here and truly I see for myself\nthat they are better. I've made up my mind once for all: how\ncould I understand your plans and expect you to give an account\nof them? God knows what concerns and plans you may have,\nor what ideas you are hatching; so it's not for me to keep nudg-\ning your elbow, asking you what you are thinking about. But,\nmy goodness! why am I running to and fro as though I were\ncrazy . . . ? I am reading your article in the magazine for the\nthird time, Rodya. Dmitri Prokofitch brought it to me. Di-\nrectly Isaw it I cried out to myself, there, foolish one, I thought,\nthat's what he is busy about; that's the solution of the mystery!\nLearned p>eople are always like that. He may have some new\nideas in his head just now; he is thinking them over and I worry\nhim and upset him. I read it, my dear, and of course there was\na great deal I did not understand; but that's only natural — how\nshould I?\"\n\"Show me, mother.\"\nRaskolnikov took the magazine and glanced at his article.\nIncongruous as it was with his mood and his circumstances, he\nfelt that strange and bitter sweet sensation that every author\nexperiences the first time he sees himself in print; besides, he\nwas only twenty-three. It lasted only a moment. After reading\na few lines he frowned and his heart throbbed with anguish. He\nrecalled all the inward conflict of the preceding months. He\nflung the article on the table with disgust and anger.\n\"But, however foolish I may be, Rodya, I can see for myself\nthat you will very soon be one of the leading — if not the lead-\ning man — in the world of Russian thought. And they dared to\nthink you were mad! You don't know, but they really thought\nthat. Ah, the despicable creatures, how could they understand\ngenius! And Dounia, Dounia was all but believing it— what\ndo you say to that! Your father sent twice to magazines — the\nfirst time poems (I've got the manuscript and will show you)\nand the second time a whole novel (I begged him to let me copy","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.991Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.677Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.814Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}