{"id":"01KFE0G1X8V3BHJYDTYDSWBR4H","cid":"bafkreih2npudnshx7drwcbd7uzxxbitmuyuuxwtdqlysmq24qod32ydfay","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihnppyvstce2ozqeh4unzt5vr5qqrvegblq66pe5br3qdacvf2rzq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0445.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071967-0ginc148obvb","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0445.jpg","page_number":445,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":223109,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 457\nThis idea sometimes even tormented his dreams, but it had\nnever presented itself so vividly to him as on his way to Svidri-\ngailov. The very thought moved him to gloomy rage. To begin\nwith, this would transform everything, even his own position;\nhe would have at once to confess his secret to Dounia. Would he\nhave to give himself up perhaps to prevent Dounia from taking\nsome rash step? The letter? This morning Dounia had received a\nletter. From whom could she get letters in Petersburg? Luzhin,\nperhaps? It's true Razumihin was there to protect her; but\nRazumihin knew nothing of the position. Perhaps it was his\nduty to tell Razumihin? He thought of it with repugnance.\nIn any case he must see Svidrigai'lov as soon as possible, he\ndecided finally. Thank God, the details of the interview were of\nlittle consequence, if only he could get at the root of the matter;\nbut if Svidrigai'lov were capable ... if he were intriguing against.\nDounia, — then . . .\nRaskolnikov was so exhausted by what he had passed through\nthat month that he could only decide such questions in one way;\n\"then I shall kill him,\" he thought in cold despair.\nA sudden anguish oppressed his heart, he stood still in the\nmiddle of the street and began looking about to see where he was\nand which way he was going. He found himself in X. Prospect,\nthirty or forty paces from the Hay Market, through which he\nhad come. The whole second storey of the house on the left was\nused as a tavern. All the windows were wide open; judging from\nthe figures moving at the windows, the rooms were full to over-\nflowing. There were sounds of singing, of clarionet and violin,\nand the boom of a Turkish drum. He could hear women shriek-\ning. He was about to turn back wondering why he had come to\nthe X. Prospect, when suddenly at one of the end windows he\nsaw Svidrigai'lov, sitting at a tea-table right in the open window\nwith a pipe in his mouth, Raskolnikov was dreadfully taken\naback, almost terrified. Svidriga'ilov was silently watching and\nscrutinising him and, what struck Raskolnikov at once, seemed\nto be meaning to get up and slip away unobserved. Raskolnikov\nat once pretended not to have seen him, but to be looking ab-\nsentmindedly away, while he watched him out of the corner of\nhis eye. His heart was beating violently. Yet, it was evident that\nSvidrigailov did not want to be seen. He took the pip>e out of\nhis mouth and was on the point of concealing himself, but as he","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.967Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.700Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.679Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}