{"id":"01KFE0G87YXKXJMHAKMJ1X3F7G","cid":"bafkreibnumsosvbfn4mad3hssvddegprdty5ojd25zlnrcyqmvm43dr74m","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreic5k6fq7pt4fi5ueeihvi5wiib24qud2xzisxq43c3fuh4wmaxmda","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0184.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078585-oxuugw4bgk","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0184.jpg","page_number":184,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":188074,"text":"176 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nwords of admonition and consolation to Katerina Ivanovna on\nleaving.\n\"What am I to do with these?\" she interrupted sharply and\nirritably, pointing to the little ones.\n\"God is merciful; look to the Most High for succour,\" the\npriest began.\n\"^Ach! He is merciful, but not to us.\"\n\"That's a sin, a sin, madam,\" observed the priest, shaking hishead.\n\"And isn't that a sin?\" cried Katerina Ivanovna, pointing\nto the dying man.\n\"Perhaps those who have involuntarily caused the accident\nwill agree to compensate you, at least for the loss of his earn-\nings.\"\n\"You don't understand!\" cried Katerina Ivanovna angrily\nwaving her hand. \"And why should they compensate me? Why,\nhe was drunk and threw himself under the horses! What earn-\nings? He brought us in nothing but misery. He drank every-\nthing away, the drunkard! He robbed us to get drink, he wasted\ntheir lives and mine for drink! And thank God he's dying! One\nless to keep!\"\n\"You must forgive in the hour of death, that's a sin, madam,\nsuch feelings are a great sin.\"\nKaterina Ivanovna was busy with the dying man; she was giv-\ning him water, wiping the blood and sweat from his head,\nsetting his pillow straight, and had only turned now and then\nfor a moment to address the priest. Now she flew at him almost\nin a frenzy.\n\"Ah, father! That's words and only words! Forgive! If he'd\nnot been run over, he'd have come home to-day drunk and his\nonly shirt dirty and in rags and he'd have fallen asleep like a\nlog, and I should have been sousing and rinsing till daybreak,\nwashing his rags and the children's and then drying them by the\nwindow and as soon as it was daylight I should have been darn-\ning them. That's how I spend my nights! . . . What's the use of\ntalking of forgiveness! I have forgiven as it is!\"\nA terrible hollow cough interrupted her words. She put her\nhandkerchief to her lips and showed it to the priest, pressing her\nother hand to her aching chest. The handkerchief was covered\nwith blood. The priest bowed his head and said nothing.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.585Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.128Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.065Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}