{"id":"01KFE0G1YBSY7B9HF24J353RRJ","cid":"bafkreiho7cbxt3iah26ty43r3nlluil23ppc7bskhz2hkbcpl25dhgf2vu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibbkwhmxwzqp7k34tyuha4xo54ti47ssd3ttenbjvymn3rt4a327a","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0415.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071951-wxt20f7jk","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0415.jpg","page_number":415,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":191892,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 407\n• \"I thank you, honoured sir,\" she began loftily. \"The causet\nthat have induced vis (take the money, Polenka: you see there\nare generous and honourable people who are ready to help s\npoor gentlewoman in distress) . You see, honoured sir, these\norphans of good family — I might even say of aristocratic con-\nnections— and that wretch of a general sat eating grouse . . .\nand stamped at my disturbing him. 'Your excellency,' I said,\n'protect the orphans, for you knew my late husband, Semyon\nZaharovitch, and on the very day of his death the basest of\nscoundrels slandered his only daughter.' . . . That policeman\nagain! Protect me,\" she cried to the official. \"Why is that police-\nman edging up to me? We have only just run away from one of\nthem. What do you want, fool?\"\n\"It's forbidden in the streets. You musn't make a disturb-\nance.\"\n\"It's you're making a disturbance. It's just the same as if\nI were grinding an organ. What business is it of yours?\"\n\"You have to get a licence for an organ, and you haven't got\none, and in that way you collect a crowd. Where do you lodge?\"\n\"What, a licence?\" wailed Katerina Ivanovna. \"I buried my\nhusband to-day. What need of a licence?\"\n\"Calm yourself^ madam, calm yourself,\" began the official.\n\"Come along; I will escort you. . . . This is no place for you in\nthe crowd. You are ill.\"\n\"Honoured sir, honoured sir, you don't know,\" screamed\nKaterina Ivanovna. \"We are going to the Nevsky. . . . Sonia,\nSonia! Where is she? She is crying too! What's the matter with\nyou all? Kolya, Lida, where are you going?\" she cried suddenly\nin alarm. \"Oh, silly children! Kolya, Lida, where are they off\nto? ...\"\nKolya and Lida, scared out of their wits by the crowd, and\ntheir mother's mad pranks, suddenly seized each other by the\nhand, and ran off at the sight of the policeman who wanted to\ntake them away somewhere. Weeping and wailing, poor Kate-\nrina Ivanovna ran after them. She was a piteous and unseemly\nspectacle, as she ran, weeping and panting for breath. Sonia\nand Polenka rushed after her.\n\"Bring them back, bring them back, Sonia! Oh stupid, un-\ngrateful children! . . . Polenka! catch them. . . . It's for yoiu\nsakev I . . .\"","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.790Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.809Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}