{"id":"01KFE0G8900DS7MGXPBZR0XNT3","cid":"bafkreia3rn3sflesjlfxnhp7yjulkp6jx33tu5r3ob3ylikj66jo4nrlgi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifpd7cuxbvheoxiivarmzay3ofuoovp7oi6qmuxinoqecicftwbw4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0130.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078561-zg9vct0qbii","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0130.jpg","page_number":130,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":208958,"text":"122 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent foe\nto the police office? Where's the notice? Bah! I am mixing it\nup; that was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now\n. . . now I have been ill. But what did Zametov come for? ^5^hy\ndid Razumihin bring him?\" he muttered, helplessly sitting on\nthe sofa again. \"What does it mean? Am I still in delirium, or\nis it real? I believe it is real. . . . Ah, I remember; I must es-\ncape! Make haste to escape. Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes . . .\nbut where? 'And where are my clothes? I've no boots. They've\ntaken them away! They've hidden them! I understand! Ah,\nhere is my coat — they passed that over! And here is money on\nthe table, thank God! And here's the i.o.u. . . . I'll take the\nmoney and go and take another lodging. They won't find me!\n. . . Yes, but the address bureau? They'll find me, Razumihin\nwill find me. Better escape altogether . . . far away ... to\nAmerica, and let them do their worst! And take the i.o.u. . . .\nit would be of use there. . . . What else shall I take? They think\nI am ill! They don't know that I can walk, ha-ha-ha! I could\nsee by their eyes that they know all about it! If only I could get\ndownstairs! And what if they have set a watch there — police-\nmen! What's this tea? Ah, and here is beer left, half a bottle,\ncold!\"He snatched up the bottle, which still contained a glassful\nof beer, and gulped it down with relish, as though quenching a\nflame in his breast. But in another minute the beer had gone\nto his head, and a faint and even pleasant shiver ran down his\nspine. He lay down and pulled the quilt over him. His sick\nand incoherent thoughts grew more and more disconnected,\nand soon a light, pleasant drowsiness came upon him. With a\nsense of comfort he nestled his head in the pillow, wrapped\nmore closely about him the soft, wadded quilt which had re-\nplaced the old, ragged great-coat, sighed softly and sank into\na deep, sound, refreshing sleep.\nHe woke up, hearing some one come in. He opened his eyes\nand saw Razumihin standing in the doorway, uncertain\nwhether to' come in or not. Raskolnikov sat up quickly on the\nsofa and gazed at him, as though trying to recall something.\n\"Ah, you are not asleep! Here I am! Nastasya, bring in the\nparcel!\" Razumihin shouted down the stairs. \"You shall have\nthe account directly.\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.561Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.065Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.127Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}