{"id":"01KFE0G8AC6VJ51J1DVY1WWD0N","cid":"bafkreihk5do3r4eylg75kmx4wfkp2al6fwnompy6344lhptveuofuxasoq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreib5mbfjgnxxn5a2anacw6lhy4ysnv3xy3y2xq3hjz7fxq3te3wp2e","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0160.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078575-pa5lmyc7io7","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0160.jpg","page_number":160,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":193626,"text":"152 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"Yes, sir, here's to-day's. No vodka?\"\nThe old newspapers and the tea were brought. Raskolnikov\nsat down and began to look through them.\n\"Oh, damn . . . these are the items of intelligence. An acci-\ndent on a staircase, spontaneous combustion of a shopkeeper\nfrom alcohol, a fire in Peski ... a fire in the Petersburg quarter\n. . . another fire in the Petersburg quarter . . . and another fire\nin the Petersburg quarter. . . . Ah, here it is!\" He found at last\nwhat he was seeking and began to read it. The lines danced\nbefore his eyes, but he read it all and began eagerly seeking later\nadditions in the following numbers. His hands shook with ner-\nvous impatience as he turned the sheets. Suddenly some one sat\ndown beside him at his table. He looked up, it was the head\nclerk Zametov, looking just the same, with the rings on his\nfingers and the watch-chain, with the curly, black hair, parted\nand pomaded, with the smart waistcoat, rather shabby coat and\ndoubtful linen. He was in a good humour, at least he was smiling\nvery gaily and good-humouredly. His dark face was rather\nflushed from the champagne he had drunk.\n\"What, you here?\" he began in surprise, speaking as though\nhe'd known him all his life. \"Why, Razumihin told me only\nyesterday you were unconscious. How strange! And do you\nknow I've been to see you?\"\nRaskolnikov knew he would come up to him. He laid aside\nthe papers and turned to Zametov. There was a smile on his\nlips, and a new shade of irritable impatience was apparent in\nthat smile.\n\"I know you have,\" he answered. \"I've heard it. You looked\nfor my sock. . . . And you know Razumihin has lost his heart\nto you? He says you've been with him to Luise Ivanovna's, you\nknow the woman you tried to befriend, for whom you winked\nto the Explosive Lieutenant and he would not understand. Do\nyou remember? How could he fail to imderstand — it was quite\nclear, wasn't it?\"\n\"What a hot head he is!\"\n\"The explosive one?\"\n\"No, your friend Razumihin.\"\n\"You must have a jolly life, Mr. Zametov; entrance free to\nthe most agreeable places. Who's been pouring champagne into\nvou just now?\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.575Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.178Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.304Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}