{"id":"01KFE0G22E13E25ABS8YKG4T79","cid":"bafkreieatkpotc5tu22euikvsjv42k5ryixqjwzddxiwx7vtormovqbawm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiemwdf7fqa46gzwxxwotydlo6xptyoxbn3j3oaiimku45zlaglumq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0498.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071996-4a7ywuthdv","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0498.jpg","page_number":498,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":211506,"text":"490 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nA minute he gazed at the deUcate expressive face of his be-\ntrothed, kissed the portrait and gave it to Dounia.\n\"I used to talk a great deal about it to her, only to her,\" he\nsaid thoughtfully. \"To her heart I confided much of what has\nsince been so hideously realised. Don't be uneasy,\" he returned\nto Dounia, \"she was as much opjxjsed to it as you, and I am glad\nthat she is gone. The great point is that everything now is going\nto be different, is going to be broken in two,\" he cried, suddenly\nreturning to his dejection. \"Everything, everything, and am I\nprepared for it? Do I want it myself? They say it is necessary\nfor me to suffer! What's the object of these senseless sufferings?\nshall I know any better what they are for, when I am crushed\nby hardships and idiocy, and weak as an old man after twenty\nyears' penal servitude? And what shall I have to live for then?\nWhy am I consenting to that life now? Oh, I knew I was con-\ntemptible when I stood looking at the Neva at daybreak to-\nday!\"At last they both went out. It was hard for Dounia, but she\nloved him. She walked away, but after going fifty paces she\nturned round to look at him again. He was still in sight. At the\ncorner he too turned and for the last time their eyes met; but\nnoticing that she was looking at him, he motioned her away with\nimpatience and even vexation, and turned the corner abruptly.\n\"I am wicked, I see that,\" he thought to himself, feeling\nashamed a moment later of his angry gesture to Dounia. \"But\nwhy are they so fond of me if I don't deserve it? Oh, if only I\nwere alone and no one loved me and I too had never loved any\none! Nothing of all' this would have happened. But I wonder\nshall I in those fifteen or twenty years grow so meek that I\nshall hvmible myself before people and whimper at every word\nthat I am a criminal. Yes, that's it, that's it, that's what they\nare sending me there for, that's what they want. Look at them\nrunning to and fro about the streets, every one of them a scoun-\ndrel and a criminal at heart and, worse still, an idiot. But try to\nget me off and they'd be wild with righteous indignation. Oh,\nhow I hate them all!\"\nHe fell to musing by what process it could come to pass, that\nhe could be humbled before all of them, indiscriminately —\nhumbled by conviction. And yet why not? It must be so. Would\nnot twenty years of continual bondage crush him utterly?","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.996Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.884Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.420Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}