{"id":"01KFE0G23CGGGHN75AS68SCYYC","cid":"bafkreifsyjmutew3hqs2w3a5wsuzrapkl4h7ewczqhvj2po3tburydxdom","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihjzonzuqnsnp4vf2ct7zifdjcfcemmaranfmlezzrzc5pq4z2s3a","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0489.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071990-ag857fyq99j","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0489.jpg","page_number":489,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":196501,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 48i\nwas tired, but could not catch it. At last, realising that he was\nengaged in this interesting pursuit, he started, got up and walked\nresolutely out of the room. A minute later he was in the street.\nA thick milky mist hung over the town. Svidrigailov walked\nalong the slippery dirty wooden pavement towards the Little\nNeva. He was picturing the waters of the Little Neva swollen\nin the night, Petrovsky Island, the wet paths, the wet grass, the\nwet trees and bushes and at last the bush. . . . He began ill-\nhumouredly staring at the houses, trying to think of something\nelse. There was not a cabman or a passer-by in the street. The\nbright yellow, wooden, little houses looked dirty and dejected\nwith their closed shutters. The cold and damp penetrated his\nwhole body and he began to shiver. From time to time he came\nacross shop signs and read each carefully. At last he reached\nthe end of the wooden pavement and came to a big stone house.\nA dirty, shivering dog crossed his path with its tail between its\nlegs. A man in a great coat lay face downwards, dead drimk,\nacross the pavement. He looked at him and went on. A high\ntower stood up on the left. \"Bah!\" he shouted, \"here is a place-\nWhy should it be Petrovsky? It will be in the presence of an\nofficial witness anyway. . . .\"\nHe almost smiled at this new thought and turned into the\nstreet where there was the big house with the tower. At the great\nclosed gates of the house, a little man stood with his shoulder\nleaning against them, wrapped in a grey soldier's coat, with a\ncopper Achilles helmet on his head. He cast a drowsy and in-\ndifferent glance at Svidrigailov. His face wore that perpetual\nlook of peevish dejection, which is so sourly printed on all faces\nof Jewish race without exception. They both, Svidrigailov and\nAchilles, stared at each other for a few minutes without speak-\ning. At last it struck Achilles as irregular for a man not drunk\nto be standing three steps from him, staring and not saying a\nword.\n\"What do you want here?\" he said, without moving or\nchanging his position.\n\"Nothing, brother, good morning,\" answered Svidrigailov.\n\"This isn't the place.\"\n\"I am going to foreign parts, brother.\"\n\"To foreign parts?\"\n\"To America.\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.990Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.802Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:13.929Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}