{"id":"01KFE0G87NYEYP7AX0G7WBE1HE","cid":"bafkreifmsbir27yttiiu5mi3vhdm3e4novai5utym6l2oa7j6p3spk6upy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifbp6kfkons6pnvfdqsh42mhtkdbldtaavle7z2soqpe7pd2zlj44","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0121.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078556-3jve643h8gw","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0121.jpg","page_number":121,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":193516,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 113\nrecollection, and yet every minute he felt that he had forgotten\nsomething he ought to remember. He worried and tormented\nhimself trying to remember, moaned, flew into a rage, or sank\ninto awful, intolerable terror. Then he struggled to get up,\nwould have run away, but some one always prevented him by\nforce, and he sank back into impotence and forgetfulness. At\nlast he returned to complete consciousness.\nIt happened at ten o'clock in the morning. On fine days the\nsun shone into the room at that hour, throwing a streak of\nlight on the right wall and the corner near the door. Nastasya\nwas standing beside him with another person, a complete stran-\nger, who was looking at him very inquisitively. He was a young\nman with a beard, wearing a full, short-waisted coat, and\nlooked like a messenger. The landlady was peeping in at the\nhalf-op>ened door. Raskolnikov sat up.\n\"Who is this, Nastasya?\" he asked, pointing to the youngman.\n\"I say, he's himself again!\" she said.\n\"He is himself,\" echoed the man.\nConcluding that he had returned to his senses, the landlady\nclosed the door and disappeared. She was always shy and\ndreaded conversations or discussions. She was a woman of forty,\nnot at all bad-looking, fat and buxom, with black eyes and\neyebrows, good-natured from fatness and laziness, and ab-\nsurdly bashful.\n\"Who . . . are you?\" he went on, addressing the man. But at\nthat moment the door was flung open, and, stooping a little,\nas he was so tall, Razumihin came in.\n\"What a cabin it is!\" he cried. \"I am always knocking my\nhead. You call this a lodging! So you are conscious, brother?\nI've just heard the news from Pashenka.\"\n\"He has just come to,\" said Nastasya.\n\"Just come to,\" echoed the man again, with a smile.\n\"And who are you?\" Razumihin asked, suddenly addressing\nhim. \"My name is Vrazumihin, at your service; not Razumihin,\nas I am always called, but Vrazumihin, a student and gentle'\nman; and he is my friend. And who are you?\"\n\"I am the messenger from our office, from the merchant\nShelopaev, and I've come on business.\"\n\"Please sit down.\" R2izumihin seated himself on the other","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.556Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.195Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.201Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}