{"id":"01KFE0G881SWM86ZHJ89JP7ACY","cid":"bafkreidbbwmej7hrllri52z75twqwdfw7hgkbqivs5lpos7hn3oz2ow434","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreid5ujevams2txjvd74fkb2d4vt5j7msnuofz2hlp4m7jdlvsrn3le","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0169.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078582-nx9bdpnjizr","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0169.jpg","page_number":169,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":192477,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 161\n*'I bet you will,\" Razumihin shouted after him. \"I refvise to\nknow you if you don't! Stay, hey, is Zametov in there?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Did you see him?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Talked to him?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"What about? Confound you don't tell me then. Potchin-\nkov's house, 47, Babushkin's flat, remember!\"\nRaskolnikov walked on and turned the corner into Sadovy\nStreet. Razumihin looked after him thoughtfully. Then with\na wave of his hand he went into the house but stopped short o l\nthe stairs.\n\"Confound it,\" he went on almost aloud. \"He talked sensibl r\nbut yet ... I am a fool! As if madmen didn't talk sensibly! An 1\nthis was just what Zossimov seemed afraid of.\" He struck hf$\nfinger on his forehead. \"What if . . . how could I let him go oM\nalone? He may drown himself. . . . Ach, what a blunder! I\ncan't.\" And he ran back to overtake Raskolnikov, but there wa j\nno trace of him. \"With a curse he returned with rapid steps to th i\nPalais de Crystal to question Zametov.\nRaskolnikov walked straight to X Bridge, stood in th;\nmiddle, and leaning both elbows on the rail stared into the dis •\ntance. On parting with Razumihin, he felt so much weaker tha'^\nhe could scarcely reach this place. He longed to sit or lie down\nsomewhere in the street. Bending over the water, he gazed\nmechanically at the last pink flush of the sunset, at the row olF\nhouses growing dark in the gathering twilight, at one distanf:\nattic window on the left bank, flashing as though on fire in the\nlast rays of the setting sun, at the darkening water of the canal,\nand the water seemed to catch his attention. At last red\ncircles flashed before his eyes, the houses seemed moving, the\npassers-by, the canal banks, the carriages, all danced before his\neyes. Suddenly he started, saved again perhaps from swooning\nby an uncanny and hideous sight. He became aware of some\none standing on the right side of him; he looked and saw a taH\nwoman with a kerchief on her head, with a long, yellow, wasted\nface and red sunken eyes. She was looking straight at him, bul\nobviously she saw nothing and recognised no one. Suddenly\nshe leaned her right hand on the parapet, lifted her right le^","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.582Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.124Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.156Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}