{"id":"01KFE0G1YQDCX0J4G5E7D44EB3","cid":"bafkreiaae6qj7laaidmof5ux7rwsf75vrzzyflcqw56ssk5orndvsg2mjy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreia3vzxrv3nkwadzsiqmlfwyulvcys7hzo2u5ihgjlpgqkj2vvorue","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0484.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071989-gd1knkkkcs","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0484.jpg","page_number":484,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":210781,"text":"'J 6 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nI suppose it seemed dark, cold, ha-ha! As though I were seeking\npleasant sensations! ... By the way, why haven't I put out the\ncandle?\" he blew it out. \"They've gone to bed next door,\" he\nthought, not seeing the light at the crack. \"Well, now, Marfa\nPetrovna, now is the time for you to turn up; it's dark, and the\nvery time and place for you. But now you won't come!\"\nHe suddenly recalled how, an hour before carrying out his\ndesign on Dounia, he had recommended Raskolnikov to trust her\nto Razumihin's keeping. \"I suppose I really did say it, as Raskol-\nnikov guessed, to tease myself. But what a rogue that Raskol-\nnikov is!He's gone through a good deal. He may be a successful\nrogue in time when he's got over his nonsense. But now he's too\neager for life. These young men are contemptible on that point.\nBut, hang the fellow! Let him please himself, it's nothing to do\nwith me.\"\nHe could not get to sleep. By degrees Dounia's image rose be-\nfore him, and a shudder ran over him. \"No, I must give up all\nthat now,\" he thought, rousing himself. \"I must think of some-\nthing else. It's queer and funny. I never had a great hatred for\nany one, I never particularly desired to revenge myself even, and\nthat's a bad sign, a bad sign, a bad sign. I never liked quarrelling\neither, and never lost my temper — that's a bad sign too. And the\npromises I made her just now, too — Damnation! But — who\nknows? — perhaps she would have made a new man of me some-\nhow. .. .\"\nHe ground his teeth and sank into silence again. Again\nDounia's image rose before him, just as she was when, after\nshooting the first time, she had lowered the revolver in terror\nand gazed blankly at him, so that he might have seized her twice\nover and she would not have lifted a hand to defend herself if he\nhad not reminded her. He recalled how at that instant he felt\nalmost sorry for her, how he had felt a pang at his heart . . .\n\"Ale! Damnation, these thoughts again! I must put it away!'*\nHe was dozing off; the feverish shiver had ceased, when sud-\ndenly something seemed to run over his arm and leg under the\nbedclothes. He started. \"Ugh! hang it! I believe it's a mouse,'*\nhe thought, \"that's the veal I left on the table.\" He felt fear-\nfully disinclined to pull off the blanket, get up, get cold, but\nall at once something unpleasant ran over his leg again. He\npulled off the blanket and lighted the candle. Shaking with","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.989Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.571Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.627Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}