{"id":"01KFE0G1Z99JFTZF6EBQGAFC9E","cid":"bafkreifmelgg3xapywjr6eq7vkqxz5zzajkxmtv73o2dgcurs3nvon4rbu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreieht75yqzoelruproodlhi2hzvkhfahimmod75opnq7lm4laakz7a","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0412.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071950-f7ag0zns1dm","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0412.jpg","page_number":412,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":220944,"text":"♦04 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nened children. The frying-pan of which Lebeziatnikov had\nspoken was not there, at least Raskolnikov did not see it. But\ninstead of rapping on the pan, Katerina Ivanovna began clap-\nping her wasted hands, when she made Lida and Kolya dance\nand Poienka sing. She too joined in the singing, but broke down\nat the second note with a fearful cough, which made her curse in\ndespair and even shed tears. What made her most furious was\nthe weeping and terror of Kolya and Lida. Some effort had been\nmade to dress the children up as street singers are dressed. The\nboy had on a turban made of something red and white to look\nlike a Turk. There had been no costume for Lida; she simply\nhad a red knitted cap, or rather a night cap that had belonged\nto Marmeladov, decorated with a broken piece of white ostrich\nfeather, which had been Katerina Ivanovna's grandmother's and\nhad been preserved as a family possession. Poienka was in her\neveryday dress; she looked in timid perplexity at her mother,\nand kept at her side, hiding her tears. She dimly realised her\nmother's condition, and looked uneasily about her. She was ter-\nribly frightened of the street and the crowd. Sonia followed\nKaterina Ivanovna, weeping and beseeching her to return home,\nbut Katerina Ivanovna was not to be persuaded.\n\"Leave off, Sonia, leave off,\" she shouted, speaking fast,\npanting and coughing. \"You don't know what you ask; you\nare like a child! I've told you before that I am not coming back\nto that drunken German. Let every one, let all Petersburg see\nthe children begging in the streets, though their father was an\nhonourable man who served all his life in truth and fidelity, and\none may say died in the service.\" (Katerina Ivanovna had by\nnow invented this fantastic story and thoroughly believed it.)\n\"Let that wretch of a general see it! And you are silly, Sonia:\nwhat have we to eat? Tell me that. We have worried you enough^\nI won't go on so! Ah, Rodion Romanovitch, is that you?\" she\ncried, seeing Raskolnikov and rushing up to him. \"Explain to\nthis silly girl, please, that nothing better could be done! Even\norgan-grinders earn their living, and every one will see at once\nthat we are different, that we are an honourable and bereaved\nfamily reduced to beggary. And that general will lose his post,\nyou'll see! We shall perform vmder his windows every day, and\nif the Tsar drives by, I'll fall on my knees, put the children be-\nfore me, show them to him, and »ay 'Defend us, father.' He is","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.714Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.981Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}