{"id":"01KFE0G21M7NMJFRNJ9X28N7MA","cid":"bafkreig6yyn4k2mvohdfctvjqm2lgqbjc24xfzrodhqoen5symmib765oa","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihi7okpsnf7fkgdwxtqh5xcaxm4a5xt3ui7zsicvumaermfjkj4za","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0482.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071980-pzprp9409","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0482.jpg","page_number":482,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":194563,"text":"474 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nremembered was something like Adrianople. He was not mis-\ntaken: the hotel was so conspicuous in that God-forsaken place\nthat he could not fail to see it even in the dark. It was a long,\nblackened wooden building, and in spite of the late hour there\nwere lights in the windows and signs of life within. He went in\nand asked a ragged fellow who met him in the corridor for a\nroom. The latter, scanning Svidrigailov, pulled himself together\nand led him at once to a close and tiny room in the distance, at\nthe end of the corridor, under the stairs. There was no other, all\nwere occupied. The ragged fellow looked inquiringly.\n\"Is there tea?\" asked Svidrigailov.\n\"Yes, sir.\"\n\"What else is there?\"\n\"Veal, vodka, savouries.\"\n\"Bring me tea and veal.\"\n\"And you want nothing else?\" he asked with apparent sur-\nprise.\n\"Nothing, nothing.\"\nThe ragged man went away, completely disillusioned.\n\"It must be a nice place,\" thought Svidrigailov. \"How was it\n1 didn't know it? I expect I look as if I came from a cafe chan-\ntant and have had some adventure on the way. It would be\ninteresting to know who stayed here.\"\nHe lighted the candle and looked at the room more carefully.\nIt was a room so low-pitched that Svidrigailov could only just\nstand up in it; it had one window; the bed, which was very dirty,,\nand the plain stained chair and table almost filled it up. The\nwalls looked as though they were made of planks, covered with\nshabby paper, so torn and dusty that the pattern was indistin-\nguishable, though the general colour — yellow — could still be\nmade out. One of the walls was cut short by the sloping ceiling,^\nthough the room was not an attic, but just under the stairs.\nSvidrigailov set down the candle, sat down on the bed and\nsank into thought. But a strange persistent murmur which\nsometimes rose to a shout in the next room attracted his atten-\ntion. The murmur had not ceased from the moment he entered\nthe room. He listened: some one was upbraiding and almost\ntearfully scolding, but he heard only one voice.\nSvidrigailov got up, shaded the light with his hand and at\nonce he saw light through a crack in the wall; he went up and","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.980Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.653Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.825Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}