{"id":"01KFE0G1Z9SHWMBRD17PCWQM7V","cid":"bafkreigu457hkshnuetitltvug47tngj5sapjlxufnuohmbzzhmiylxrg4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreig7g25stsyjpbaddw37a4wpw54eoicmpa2dadbosfda2harjmbr4i","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0477.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071978-0tuxcnyzkznp","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0477.jpg","page_number":477,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":195531,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 469\nout turning or moving. But there seemed a terrible significance\nin the tone of that \"make haste.\"\nDounia understood it, snatched up the key, flew to the door,\nunlocked it quickly and rushed out of the room. A minute later,\nbeside herself, she ran out on to the canal bank in the direction\nof X. Bridge.\nSvidrigailov remained three minutes standing at the window.\nAt last he slowly turned, looked about him and passed his hand\nover his forehead. A strange smile contorted his face, a pitiful,\nsad, weak smile, a smile of despair. The blood, which was already\ngetting dry, smeared his hand. He looked angrily at it, then\nwetted a towel and washed his temple. The revolver which\nDounia had flung away lay near the door and suddenly caught\nhis eye. He picked it up and examined it. It v.'as a little pocket\nthree-barrel revolver of old-fashioned construction. There were\nstill two charges and one capsule left in it. It could be fired\nagain. He thought a Uttle, put the revolver in his pocket, took\nhis hat and went out.\nCHAPTER VI\nHe spent that evening till ten o'clock, going from one low\nhaunt to another. Katia too turned up and sang another gutter\nsong, how a certain \"villain and tyrant\"\n\"began kissing Katia.\"\nSvidrigailov treated Katia and the organ-grinder and some sing-\ners and the waiters and two little clerks. He was particularly\ndrawn to these clerks by the fact that they both had crooked\nnoses, one bent to the left and the other to the right. They took\nhim finally to a pleasure garden, where he paid for their en-\ntrance. There was one lanky three-year-old pine tree and three\nbushes in the garden, besides a \"Vauxhall,\" which was in reality\na drinking-bar where tea too was served, and there were a fev\ngreen tables and chairs standing round it. A chorus of wretched\nsingers and a drunken, but exceedingly depressed German clown\nfrom Miinich with a red nose entertained the public. The clerks\nquarrelled with some other clerks and a fight seemed imminent.\nSvidriga'ilov was chosen to decide the dispute. He listened to\nthem for a quarter of an hour, but they shouted so loud that\nthere was no possibility of understanding them. The only fact","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.978Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.831Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.259Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}