{"id":"01KFE0G1XE16SY06TC2ZPAVMVY","cid":"bafkreidozecu4bmtlfe5crjk3kb6vjmrua6ht4l7q7e6wifowvwcalkuou","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreig2weprilxoaotcb4cktvlcvgzv6evcn55nwqqe4jeiizk2ajwgai","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0410.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071949-0ot8gdv27ie","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0410.jpg","page_number":410,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":192976,"text":"402 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"Dounia!\" Raskolnikov stopped her and went towards her.\n\"That Razumihin, Dmitri Prokofitch, is a very good fellow.\"\nDounia flushed slightly.\n\"Well?\" she asked, waiting a moment.\n\"He is competent, hardworking, honest and capable of real\nlove. . . . Good-bye, Dounia.\"\nDounia flushed crimson, then suddenly she took alarm.\n\"But what does it mean, brother? Are we really parting for\never that you . . . give me such a parting message?\"\n\"Never mind. . . . Good-bye.\"\nHe turned away, and walked to the window. She stood a\nmoment, looked at him uneasily, and went out troubled.\nNo, he was not cold to her. There was an instant (the very\nlast one) when he had longed to take her in his arms and say\ngood-bye to her, and even to tell her, but he had not dared even\nto touch her hand.\n\"Afterwards she may shudder when she remembers that I em-\nbraced her, and will feel that I stole her kiss.\"\n\"And would she stand that test?\" he went on a few minutes\nlater to himself. \"No, she wouldn't; girls like that can't stand\nthings! They never do.\"\nAnd he thought of Sonia.\n/ There was a breath of fresh air from the window. The day-\nlight was fading. He took up his cap and went out.\nHe could not, of course, and would not consider how ill he\nwas. But all this continual anxiety and agony of mind could not\nbut affect him. And if he were not lying in high fever it was\nperhaps just because this continual inner strain helped to keep\nhim on his legs and in possession of his faculties. But this arti-\nficial excitement could not last long.\nHe wandered aimlessly. The sun was setting. A special form\nof misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing\npoignant, nothing acute about it; but there was a feeling of\npermanence, of eternity about it; it brought a foretaste of hope-\nless years of this cold leaden misery, a foretaste of an eternity\n\"on a square yard of space.\" Towards evening this sensation\nusually began to weigh on him more heavily.\n\"With this idiotic, purely physical weakness, depending on\nthe sunset or something, one can't help doing something stupid!\nYou'll go to Dounia, as well as to Sonia,\" he muttered bitterly.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.949Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.617Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.700Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}