{"id":"01KFE0G1Z6Y0QV23SY5Q8SGD74","cid":"bafkreiaomk53aucmtj3dxp5waeb6dum2h6tasrkud2ggk4tv3nro66zkca","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreigillkmgnyu7kkl4zepbbv2dsdpmonn24s5m6s5f7zz2ox5tdbdye","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0430.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071963-05zvsrbaxkh7","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0430.jpg","page_number":430,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":188567,"text":"422 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"You didn't expect a visitor, Rodion Romanovitch,\" Porfiry\nexplained, laughing. \"I've been meaning to look in a long time;\nI was passing by and thought why not go in for five minutes.\nAre you going out? I won't keep you long. Just let me have\none cigarette.\"\n\"Sit down, Porfiry Petrovitch, sit down.\" Raskolnikov gave\nhis visitor a seat with so pleased and friendly an expression that\nhe would have marvelled at himself, if he could have seen it.\nThe last moment had come, the last drops had to be drained!\nSo a man will sometimes go through half an hour of mortal\nterror with a brigand, yet when the knife is at his throat at last,\nhe feels no fear.\nRaskolnikov seated himself directly facing Porfiry, and\nlooked at him without flinching. Porfixy screwed up his eyes and\nbegan lighting a cigarette.\n\"Speak, speak,\" seemed as though it would burst from Ras-\nknolnikov's heart. \"Come, why don't you speak?\"\nCHAPTER II\n\"Ah, these cigarettes!\" Porfiry Petrovitch ejaculated at last,\nhaving lighted one. \"They are pernicious, positively pernicious,\nand yet I can't give them up! I cough, I begin to have tickling\nin my throat and a difficulty in breathing. You know I am a\ncoward, I went lately to Dr. B n; he always gives at least\nhalf an hour to each patient. He positively laughed looking at\nme; he sounded me: 'Tobacco's bad for you,' he said, 'your\nlimgs are affected.' But how am I to give it up? \"What is there\nto take its place? I don't drink, that's the mischief, he-he- he,\nthat I don't. Everything is relative, Rodion Romanovitch,\neverything is relative!\"\n\"Why, he's playing his professional tricks again,\" Raskolni-\nkov thought with disgust. All the circumstances of their last\ninterview suddenly came back to him, and he felt a rush of the\nfeeling that had come upon him then.\n\"I came to see you the day before yesterday, in the evening;\nyou didn't know?\" Porfiry Petrovitch went on, looking round\nthe room. \"I came into this very room. I was passing by, just as\nI did to-day, and I thought I'd return your call. I walked in 29","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.963Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.742Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.008Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}