{"id":"01KFE0G8BZY0HQ2SCK3S83KSDA","cid":"bafkreibkd37actqdxhsa7h54oayogj3fqx4eohbaeaildb4ujnyzp56ube","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicicwioyjrkxqxiqef4zexnddhabavg4zkhw6kjnbocb7ivj44fmy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0138.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078564-0w75vdg0z37s","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0138.jpg","page_number":138,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":218532,"text":"130 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\ning, a tangible feeling, that one might be a help if only. . . . Eh!\nDo you know the details of the case?\"\n\"I am waiting to hear about the painter.\"\n\"Oh, yes! Well, here's the story. Early on the third day after\nthe murder, when they were still dandling Koch and Pestryakov\n— though they accounted for every step they took and it was as\nplain as a pikestaff — an unexpected fact turned up. A peasant\ncalled Dushkin, who keeps a dram-shop facing the house,\nbrought to the police office a jeweller's case containing some gold\near-rings, and told a long rigmarole. 'The day before yesterday,\njust after eight o'clock' — mark the day and the hour! — 'a\njourneyman house-painter, Nikolay, who had been in to see\nme already that day, brought me this box of gold ear-rings and\nstones, and asked me to give him two roubles for them. When\nI asked him where he got them, he said that he picked them\nup in the street. I did not ask him anything more.' I am telling\nyou Dushkin's story. 'I gave him a note' — a rouble that is— 'for\nI thought if he did not pawn it with me he would with another.\nIt would all come to the same thing — he'd spend it on drink,\nso the thing had better be with me. The further you hide it the\nquicker you will find it, and if anything turns up, if I hear any\nrumours, I'll take it to the police.' Of course, that's all tara-\ndiddle; helies like a horse, for I know this Dushkin, he is a\npawnbroker and a receiver of stolen goods, and he did not cheat\nNikolay out of a thirty-rouble trinket in order to give it to\nthe police. He was simply afraid. But no matter, to return to\nDushkin's story. 'I've known this peasant, Nikolay Dementyev,\nfrom a child; he comes from the same province and district of\nZara'isk, we are both Ryazan men. And though Nikolay is not\na drunkard, he drinks, and I knew he had a job in that house,\npainting working with Dmitri, who comes from the same vil-\nlage, too. As soon as he got the rouble, he changed it, had a\ncouple of glasses, took his change and went out. But I did not\nsee Dmitri with him then. And the next day I heard that some\none had murdered Alyona Ivanovna and her sister, Lizaveta Iva-\nnovna, with an axe. I knew them, and I felt suspicious about\nthe ear-rings at once, for I knew the murdered woman lent\nmoney on pledges. I went to the house, and began to make\ncareful inquiries without saying a word to any one. First of all\nI asked, 'Is Nikolay here?' Dmitri told me that Nikolay had gone","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.564Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.328Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.453Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}