{"id":"01KFE0G88R8DW9C484704BFGT1","cid":"bafkreibppkfd64ufedozkklsqalobtoyv5b6mxnbfqkhaj5nwdqy3qfoza","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidnok7ll26tkkb5wi2zbrcp5rumezzdimk5ruxmskcnei7wn3dqay","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0175.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078583-6woxs4tyydd","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0175.jpg","page_number":175,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202558,"text":"I\nCRIME AND PUNISHMENT 167\nonce take him up, you won't get rid of him. . . . \"We know the\nsort!\"\n\"Shall I go there or not?\" thought Raskolnikov, standing in\nthe middle of the thoroughfare at the cross roads, and he looked\nabout him, as though expecting from some one a decisive word.\nBut no sound came, all was dead and silent like the stones on\nwhich he walked, dead to him, to him alone. . . . All at once at\nthe end of the street, two hundred yards away, in the gathering\ndusk he saw a crowd and heard talk and shouts. In the middle\nof the crowd stood a carriage. ... A light gleamed in the middle\nof the street. \"What is it?\" Raskolnikov turned to the right and\nwent up to the crowd. He seemed to clutch at everything and\nsmiled coldly when he recognised it, for he had fully made up\nhis mind to go to the police station and knew that it would all\nsoon be over.\nCHAPTER VII\nAn elegant carriage stood in the middle of the road with a pair\nof spirited grey horses; there was no one in it, and the coachman\nhad got off his box and stood by; the horses were being held by\nthe bridle ... A mass of people had gathered round, the police\nstanding in front. One of them held a lighted lantern which he\nwas turning on something lying close to the wheels. Every one\nwas talking, shouting, exclaiming; the coachman seemed at a\nloss and kept repeating:\n\"What a misfortune! Good Lord, what a misfortune!\"\nRaskolnikov pushed his way in as far as he could, and suc-\nceeded atlast in seeing the object of the commotion and interest.\nOn the ground a man who had been run over lay apparently\nunconscious, and covered with blood; he was very badly dressed*\nbut not like a workman. Blood was flowing from his head and\nface; his face was crushed, mutilated and disfigured. He was\nevidently badly injured.\n\"Merciful heaven!\" wailed the coachman, \"what more could\nI do? If I'd been driving fast or had not shouted to him, but I\nwas going quietly, not in a hurry. Every one could see I was\ngoing along just like everybody else. A drunken man can't walk\nstraight, we all know. ... I saw him crossing the street, stagger-\ning and almost falling. I shouted again and a second and a third","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.583Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.197Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.260Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}