{"id":"01KFE0G871M323WNRPB3J3J3Q8","cid":"bafkreic4xbhfztqwugk4mxzaakkl5s3s26ju4ajilj6a4se6spjm6oe2xe","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicadx6ts2ktjqulrellnqhh2z6qjt4y3zhyuxkzijr46i3wjdmt54","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0114.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078552-73bmh9slptm","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0114.jpg","page_number":114,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":203634,"text":"106 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nthis time I have been worrying myself. ... I shall get well and\nI shall not wqrry. . . . But what if I don't get well at all? Good\nGod, how sicK I am of it all!\"\nHe walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for\nsome distraction, but he did not know what to do, what to at-\ntempt. Anew overwhelming sensation was gaining more and\nmore mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasur-\nable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him,\nan obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred. All who met him were\nloathsome to him — he loathed their faces, their movements,\ntheir gestures. If any one had addressed him, he felt that he\nmight have spat at him or bitten him. . . .\nHe stopped suddenly, on coming out on the bank of the Little\nNeva, near the bridge to Vassilyevsky Ostrov. \"Why, he lives\nhere, in that house,\" he thought, \"why, I have not come to\nRazumihin of my own accord! Here it's the same thing over\nagain. . . . Very interesting to know, though; have I come on\npurpose or have I simply walked here by chance? Never mind,\nI said the day before yesterday that I would go and see him the\nday after; well, and so I will! Besides I really cannot go further\nnow.\"\nHe went up to Razumihin's room on the fifth floor.\nThe latter was at home in his garret, busily writing at the\nmoment, and he opened the door himself. It was four months\nsince they had seen each other. Razumihin was sitting in a\nragged dressing-gown, with slippers on his bare feet, unkempt,\nunshaven and unwashed. His face showed surprise.\n\"Is it you?\" he cried. He looked his comrade up and down;\nthen after a brief pause, he whistled. \"As hard up as all that!\nWhy, brother, you've cut me out!\" he added, looking at Raskol-\nnikov's rags. \"Come sit down, you are tired, I'll be bound.\"\nAnd when he had sunk down on the American leather sofa,\nwhich was in even worse condition than his own, Razumihin\nsaw at once that his visitor was ill.\n\"Why, you are seriously ill, do you know that?\" He began\nfeeling his pulse. Raskolnikov pulled away his hand.\n\"Never mind,\" he said, \"I have come for this: I have no les-\nsons. ... I wanted . , . but I don't want lessons. . . .\"\n\"But I say! You are delirious, you know!\" Razumihin ob-\nserved, watching him carefully.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.552Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.081Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.256Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}