{"id":"01KFE0G1Y9R3EBZFN3S8JE9M14","cid":"bafkreiellxub6hlmv4b4aj4yixatramg5eaqmr3leu4gkd3c2vewn53bya","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibxgfmgsvssz46whkbhjraxznny5k26w5imq4mmvrf4lrspuhzgie","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0413.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071950-f4oq24jk8xp","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0413.jpg","page_number":413,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":219462,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 405\nthe father of the fatherless, he is merciful, he'll protect xis, you'll\nsee, and that wretch of a general. . . . Lida, tenez vous droitel\nKolya, you'll dance again. Why are you whimpering? Whim-\npering again! What are you afraid of, stupid? Goodness, what\nam I to do with them, Rodion Romano vitch? If you only knew\nhow stupid they are! What's one to do with such children?\"\nAnd she, almost crying herself — which did not stop her un-\ninterrupted, rapidflow of talk — pointed to the crying children.\nRaskolnikov tried to persuade her to go home, and even said,\nhoping to work on her vanity, that it was unseemly for her to be\nwandering about the streets like an organ-grinder, as she was\nintending to become the principal of a boarding-school.\n\"A boarding-school, ha-ha-ha! A castle in the air,\" cried\nKaterina Ivanovna, her laugh ending in a cough. \"No, Rodior\nRomanovitch, that dream is over! All have forsaken us! . . .\nAnd that general. . . . You know, Rodion Romanovitch, I threw\nan inkpot at him — it happened to be standing in the waiting-\nroom by the paper where you sign your name. I wrote my name,\nthrew it at him and ran away. Oh the scoundrels, the scoundrels!\nBut enough of them, now I'll provide for the children myself, 1\nwon't bow down to anybody! She has had to bear enough foi\nus!\" she pointed to Sonia. \"Polenka, how much have you got.''\nShow me! What, only two farthings! Oh, the mean wretches!\nThey give us nothing, only run after us, putting their tongues\nout. There, what is that blockhead laughing at?\" (She pointed\nto a man in the crowd.) \"It's all because Kolya here is so stupid;\nI have such a bother with him. What do you want, Polenka? Tell\nme in French, parlez mot frangais. Why, I've taught you, you\nknow some phrases. Else how are you to show that you are of\ngood family, well brought-up children, and not at all like other\norgan-grinders? We aren't going to have a Punch and Judy\nshow in the street, but to sing a genteel song. . . . Ah, yes. . . .\nWhat are we to sing? You keep putting me out, but we . . . you\nsee, we are standing here, Rodion Romanovitch, to find some-\nthing to sing and get money, something Kolya can dance to. . . .\nFor, as you can fancy, our performance is all impromptu. . . . We\nmust talk it over and rehearse it all thoroughly, and then we\nshall go to Nevsky, where there are far more people of good\nsociety, and we shall be noticed at once. Lida knows 'My Village'\nonly, nothing but 'My Village,' and every one sings that. We","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.950Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.914Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.400Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}