{"id":"01KFE0G881Z3FQYAT08AXSP5EJ","cid":"bafkreiflabw7vwwqkv7zms3wqo74sb4oqxz2ztdkiox6yhly7arsc7mggi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicnpnvzzah3chivtlsqxkxb7lp4snkktgato5xmncz67ztb2yatoe","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0106.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078549-ncpnt292wom","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0106.jpg","page_number":106,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":209696,"text":"98 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nposition. ... I am ready to ask pardon, if I have been ill-man-\nnered. Iam a poor student, sick and shattered (shattered was\nthe word he used) by poverty. I am not studying, because I\ncannot keep myself now, but I shall get money. ... I have a\nmother and sister in the province of X. They will send it me,\nand I will pay. My landlady is a good-hearted woman, but she\nis so exasperated at my having lost my lessons, and not paying\nher for the last four months, that she does not even send up my\ndinner . . . and I don't understond this i.o.u. at all. She is ask-\ning me to pay her on this i.o.u. How am I to pay her? Judge\nfor yourselves! ...\"\n\"But that is not our business, you know,\" the head clerk was\nobserving.\n\"Yes, yes. I perfectly agree with you. But allow me to ex-\nplain ...\" Raskolnikov put in again, still addressing Nikodim\nFomitch, but trying his best to address Ilya Petrovitch also,\nthough the latter persistently appeared to be rummaging among\nhis papers and to be contemptuously oblivious of him. \"Allow\nme to explain that I have been living with her for nearly three\nyears and at first ... at first . . • for why should I not confess it,\nat the very beginning I promised to marry her daughter, it was\na verbal promise, freely given . . . she was a girl . . . indeed, I\nliked her, though I was not in love with her ... a youthful\naffair in fact . . . that is, I mean to say, that my landlady gave\nme credit freely in those days, and I led a life of ... I was very\nheedless ...\"\n\"Nobody asks you for these personal details, sir, we've no\ntime to waste,\" Ilya Petrovitch interposed roughly and with a\nnote of triumph; but Raskolnikov stopped him hotly, though\nhe suddenly found it exceedingly difficult to speak.\n\"But excuse me, excuse me. It is for me to explain . . . how\nit all happened ... In my turn . . . though I agree with you\n... it is unnecessary. But a year ago, the girl died of typhus.\nI remained lodging there as before, and when my landlady moved\ninto her present quarters, she said to me . . . and in a friendly\nway . . . that she had complete trust in me, but still, would I\nnot give her an i.o.u. for one hundred and fifteen roubles, all the\ndebt I owed her. She said if only I gave her that, she would\ntrust me again, as much as I liked, and that she would never,\nAever — those were her own words — ^make use of that i.o.u. till","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.549Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.991Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.122Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}