{"id":"01KFE0G1X2ARWYH5X0Q9TZFQ7J","cid":"bafkreic6if7agg7pti4vhl3et7cobqjv3r6oztacbnsr42dluis3lu5bjm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreie7u34wollpeuq7f4yemb5re4d7i3mrkii5mjxtxanxp7iptod27y","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0455.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071970-m25ujh8ew8","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0455.jpg","page_number":455,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":208178,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 447\n\"I was told too about some footman of yours in the country\nwhom you treated badly.\"\n\"I beg you to drop the subject,\" Svidrigailov interrupted\nagain with obvious impatience.\n\"Was that the footman who came to you after death to fill\nyour pipe? . . , you told me about it yourself,\" Raskolnikov feltmore and more irritated.\nSvidrigailov looked at him attentively and Raskolnikov fan-\ncied he caught a flash of spiteful mockery in that look. But\nSvidrigailov restrained himself and answered very civilly.\n\"Yes, it was. I see that you, too, are extremely interested and\nshall feel it my duty to satisfy your curiosity at the first oppor-\ntunity. Upon my soul! I see that I really might pass for a\nromantic figure with some people. Judge how grateful I must\nbe to Marf a Petrovna for having repeated to Avdotya Roman-\novna such mysterious and interesting gossip about me. I dare not\nguess what impression it made on her, but in any case it worked\nin my interests. With all Avdotya Romanovna's natural aver-\nsion and in spite of my invariably gloomy and repellent aspect —\nshe did at last feel pity for me, pity for a lost soul. And if once\na girl's heart is moved to pity, it's more dangerous than any-\nthing. She is bound to want to 'save him,' to bring him to his\nsenses, and lift him up and draw him to nobler aims, and re-\nstore him to new life and usefulness, — well, we all know how far\nsuch dreams can' go. I saw at once that the bird was flying into\nthe cage of herself. And I too made ready. I think you are frown-\ning, Rodion Romanovitch? There's no need. As you know, it all\nended in smoke. (Hang it all, what a lot I am drinking!) Do\nyou know, I always, from the very beginning, regretted that it\nwasn't your sister's fate to be born in the second or third cen-\ntury A.D., as the daughter of a reigning prince or some governor\nor proconsul in Asia Minor. She would undoubtedly have been\none of those who would endure martyrdom and would have\nsmiled when they branded her bosom with hot pincers. And she\nwould have gone to it of herself. And in the fourth or fifth cen-\ntury she would have walked away into the Egyptian desert and\nwould have stayed there thirty years living on roots and ecsta-\nsies and visions. She is simply thirsting to face some torture for\nsome one, and if she can't get her torture, she'll throw herself\nout of a window. I've heard something of a Mr. Razumihin —","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.970Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.676Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.792Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}