{"id":"01KFE0G20JCNJ0V002RH94KM5M","cid":"bafkreifg5rtdzws7fqigfingezo3oofadhiiulbbka5kus5v66r3xwbj2e","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreia2jzq7mws73kcz4jjrmpugmdkxvbrctukjf2gz4z56c52f7tupm4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0490.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071991-5v4pqrzx21f","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0490.jpg","page_number":490,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":177649,"text":"482 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"America?\"\nSvidrigailov took out the revolver and cocked it. Achilles\nraised his eyebrows.\n\"I say, this is not the place for such jokes!\"\n\"Why shouldn't it be the place?\"\n\"Because it isn't.\"\n\"Well, brother, I don't mind that. It's a good place. When\nyou are asked, you just say he was going, he said, to America.\"\nHe put the revolver to his right temple.\n\"You can't do it here, it's not the place,\" cried Achilles,\nrousing himself, his eyes growing bigger and bigger.\nSvidrigailov pulled the trigger.\nCHAPTER VII\nThe same day, about seven o'clock in the evening, Raskolnikov\nwas on his way to his mother's and sister's lodging — the lodging\nin Bakaleyev's house which Razumihin had found for them. The\nstairs went up from the street. Raskolnikov walked with lagging\nsteps, as though still hesitating whether to go or not. But noth-\ning would have turned him back: his decision was taken.\n\"Besides, it doesn't matter, they still know nothing,\" he\nthought, \"and they are used to thinking of me as eccentric.\"\nHe was appallingly dressed: his clothes torn and dirty, soaked\nwith a night's rain. His face was almost distorted from fatigue,\nexposure, the inward conflict that had lasted for twenty-four\nhours. He had spent all the previoias night alone, God knows\nwhere. But anyway he had reached a decision.\nHe knocked at the door which was opened by his mother.\nDounia was not at home. Even the servant happened to be out.\nAt first Pulcheria Alexandrovna was speechless with joy and\nsurprise; then she took him by the hand and drew him into the\nroom.\n\"Here you are!\" she began, faltering with joy. \"Don't be\nangry with me, Rodya, for welcoming you so foolishly with\ntears: I am laughing, not crying. Did you think I was crying?\nNo, I am delighted, but I've got into such a stupid habit of\n^fhedding tears. I've been like that ever since your father's death.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.991Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.739Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.013Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}