{"id":"01KFE0G8994WPGF07X9V1YEQNH","cid":"bafkreichx2vprx2vwlfeugqt7fbtklixehx6ptefd53vgflaq4pcsaxlga","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreic3thauxwoiph2k7eihtlx3pcn4iltyr6nlakaepfvx3rs3zyg42m","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0119.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078554-cr440iq5vn","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0119.jpg","page_number":119,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":200196,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 111\nheard voices, exclamations, knocking, doors banging. \"But why,\nwhy, and how could it be?\" he repeated, thinking seriously that\nhe had gone mad. But no, he heard too distinctly! And they\nwould come to him then next, \"for no doubt . . . it's all about\nthat . . . about yesterday. . . . Good God!\" He would have fas-\ntened his door with the latch, but he could not lift his hand . . .\nbesides, it would be useless. Terror gripped his heart like ice, tor-\ntured him and numbed him. . . . But at last all this uproar, after\ncontinuing about ten minutes, began gradually to subside. The\nlandlady was moaning and groaning; Ilya Petrovitch was still\nuttering threats and curses. . . . But at last he, too, seemed to be\nsilent, and now he could not be heard. \"Can he have gone away?\nGood Lord!\" Yes, and now the landlady is going too, still weep-\ning and moaning . . . and then her door slammed. . . . Now the\ncrowd was going from the stairs to their rooms, exclaiming, dis-\nputing, calling to one another, raising their voices to a shout,\ndropping them to a whisper. There must have been numbers of\nthem — almost all the inmates of the block. \"But, good God,\nhow could it be! And why, why had he come here!\"\nRaskolnikov sank worn out on the sofa, but could not close\nhis eyes. He lay for half an hour in such anguish, such an intol-\nerable sensation of infinite terror as he had never experienced\nbefore. Suddenly a bright light flashed into his room. Nastasya\ncame in with a candle and a plate of soup. Looking at him\ncarefully and ascertaining that he was not asleep, she set the\ncandle on the table and began to lay out what she had brought —\nbread, salt, a plate, a spoon.\n\"You've eaten nothing since yesterday, I warrant. You've\nbeen trudging about all day, and you're shaking with fever.\"\n\"Nastasya . . . what were they beating the landlady for?\"\nShe looked intently at him.\n\"Who beat the landlady?\"\n\"Just now . . . half an hour ago, Ilya Petrovitch, the assistant-\nsuperintendent, on the stairs. . . . Why was he ill-treating her\nlike that, and . . . why was he here?\"\nNastasya scrutinised him, silent and frowning, and her scru-\ntiny lasted a long time. He felt uneasy, even frightened at her\nsearching eyes.\n\"Nastasya, why don't you speak?\" he said timidly at last ii>a weak voice.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.554Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.106Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.033Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}