{"id":"01KFE0G8A783H805EDBXZH4F04","cid":"bafkreih4hlttooa63ays5v5advdagxt2uonuotbr2owyp4utqegors6cmi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreigkwadw4jbsooejmx3b5p5u3j6y7wfzjb5qiwuwcjspuiza2m22pm","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0157.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078573-vqufe6bblks","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0157.jpg","page_number":157,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":193987,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 149\nfrightened by the question and Raskolnikov's strange manner,and he crossed over to the other side of the street.\nRaskolnikov walked straight on and came out at the corner\nof the Hay Market, where the huckster and his wife had talked\nvith Lizaveta; but they were not there now. Recognising the\nplace, he stopped, looked round and addressed a young fellow\nin a red shirt who stood gaping before a corn chandler's shop.\n\"Isn't there a man who keeps a booth with his wife at this\ncomer?\"\n\"All sorts of people keep booths here,\" answered the young\nman, glancing superciliously at Raskolnikov.\n\"What's his name?\"\n\"What he was christened.\"\n\"Aren't you a Zaraisky man, too? Which province?\"\nThe young man looked at Raskolnikov again.\n\"It's not a province, your excellency, but a district. Gra-\nciously forgive me, your excellency!\"\n\"Is that a tavern at the top there?\"\n\"Yes, it's an eating-house and there's a billiard-room and\nyou'll find princesses there too. . . . La-la!\"\nRaskolnikov crossed the square. In that corner there was\na dense crowd of peasants. He pushed his way into the thickest\npart of it, looking at the faces. He felt an unaccountable incli-\nnation to enter into conversation with people. But the peasants\ntook no notice of him; they were all shouting in groups together.\nHe stood and thought a little and took a turning to the right\nin the direction of V.\nHe had often crossed that little street which turns at an\nangle, leading from the market-place to Sadovy Street. Of late\nhe had often felt drawn to wander about this district, when he\nfelt depressed, that he might feel more so.\nNow he walked along, thinking of nothing. At that point\nthere is a great block of buildings, entirely let out in dram shops\nand eating-houses; women were continually running in and out,\nbare-headed and in their indoor clothes. Here and there they\ngathered in groups, on the pavement, especially about the en-\ntrances to various festive establishments in the lower storeys.\nFrom one of these a loud din, sounds of singing, the tinkling\nof a guitar and shouts of merriment, floated into the street.\nA crowd of women were thronging round the door; some wert","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.573Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.081Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.333Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}