{"id":"01KFE0G8AFXMTZ9RFQGJASX4BT","cid":"bafkreiaauqutslp5wcqx3n5jb4odj5xbpg4sj7l4yft4qqyn5wfjbprbly","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreic4znmaebyeaowhx3rbgxltpki43reauokgfmu2hoizelhglwopwy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0120.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078554-0o6m5qf3cqh","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0120.jpg","page_number":120,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":185431,"text":"112 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"It's the blood,\" she answered at last softly, as though speak-\ning to herself.\n\"Blood? What blood?\" he muttered, growing white and turn-\ning towards the wall.\nNastasya still looked at him without speaking.\n\"Nobody has been beating the landlady,\" she declared at last\nin a firm, resolute voice.\nHe gazed at her, hardly able to breathe.\n\"I heard it myself. ... I was not asleep ... I was sitting up,\"\nhe said still more timidly. \"I listened a long while. The assistant-\nsup>erintendent came. . . . Every one ran out on to the stairs from\nall the flats.\"\n\"No one has been here. That's the blood crying in your ears.\nWhen there's no outlet for it and it gets clotted, you begin\nfancying things. . . . Will you eat something?\"\nHe made no answer. Nastasya still stood over him, watching\nhim.\n\"Give me something to drink . . . Nastasya.\"She went downstairs and returned with a white earthenware\njug of water. He remembered only swallowing one sip of the\ncold water and spilling some on his neck. Then followed forget-\nfulness.\nCHAPTER m\nHe was not completely unconscious, however, all the time he\nwas ill; he was in a feverish state, sometimes delirious, some-\ntimes half conscious. He remembered a great deal afterwards.\nSometimes it seemed as though there were a number of people\nround him; they wanted to take him away somewhere, there\nwas a great deal of squabbling and discussing about him. Then\nhe would be alone in the room; they had all gone away afraid\nof him, and only now and then opened the door a crack to look\nat him; they threatened him, plotted something together,\nlaughed, and mocked at him. He remembered Nastasya often\nat his bedside; he distinguished another person, too, whom he\nseemed to know very well, though he could not remember who\nhe was, and this fretted him, even made him cry. Sometimes he\nfancied he had been lying there a month; at other times it all\nsoemed part of the same day. But of that—oi that he had no","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.145Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.126Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}