{"id":"01KFE0G8CDH3NJWWZ9T81CYV20","cid":"bafkreid6oewqo3faxeqfjvpwdn5ufpx5mx5kxjhcyyupflics5a2rrhyja","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiconlbkvjjkzk7dar5oylasheg5x6ouplbxughcfwm2fnnxofzffi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0162.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078575-thadhj2ijlt","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0162.jpg","page_number":162,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":194429,"text":"154 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"How do you mean — ^prick up my ears?\"\n\"I'll\nexplain\nthat\nafterwards, but\nnow,\nmy\nboy,\nI\ndeclare\nro\nyou\n. .\n.\nno, better\n'I\nconfess'\n. .\n.\nNo,\nthat's\nnot\nright\neither;\n'I\nmake\na\ndeposition\nand\nyou\ntake\nit.'\nI\ndepose\nthat\nI\nwas\nread-\ning, that\nI\nwas\nlooking and\nsearching.\n...\"\nhe\nscrewed\nup\nhis\neyes\nand paused.\n\"I\nwas searching\n—\nand\ncame\nhere on\npurpose\nto\ndo\nit\n—\nfor\nnews\nof\nthe\nmurder\nof\nthe old\npawnbroker\nwoman,\"\nhe articulated\nat\nlast,\nalmost\nin\na\nwhisper, bringing\nhis\nface\nexceedingly\nclose to\nthe face\nof\nZametov. Zametov\nlooked\nat\nhim\nsteadily,\nwithout\nmoving\nor\ndrawing\nhis face\naway.\nWhat\nstruck\nZametov. afterwards\nas\nthe\nstrangest\npart\nof\nit all\nwas\nthat\nsilence\nfollowed\nfor\nexactly\na\nminute,\nand\nthat\nthey\ngazed\nat\none\nanother\nall\nthe while.\n\"What if you have been reading about it?\" he cried at last,\nperplexed and impatient. \"That's no business of mine! What\nof it?\"\n\"The same old woman,\" Raskolnikov went on in the same\nwhisper, not heeding Zametov's explanation, \"about whom you\nwere talking in the police office, you remember, when I fainted.\nWell, do you understand now?\"\n\"What do you mean? Understand . . . what?\" Zametov\nbrought out, almost alarmed.\nRaskolnikov's set and earnest face was suddenly transformed,\nand he suddenly went oflf into the same nervous laugh as before,\nas though utterly unable to restrain himself. And in one flash\nhe recalled with extraordinary vividness of sensation a moment\nin the recent past, that moment when he stood with the axe\nbehind the door, while the latch trembled and the men outside\nswore and shook it, and he had a sudden desire to shout at them,\nto swear at them, to put out his tongue at them, to mock them,\nto laugh, and laugh, and laugh!\n\"You are either mad, or ... \" began Zametov, and he broke\noflf, as though stunned by the idea that had suddenly flashed\ninto his mind.\n\"Or? Or what? What? Come, tell me!\"\n\"Nothing,\" said Zametov, getting angry, \"it's all nonsense!\"\nBoth were silent. After his sudden fit of laughter Raskolnikov\nbecame suddenly thoughtful and melancholy. He put his elbow\non the table and leaned his head on his hand. He seemed to","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.213Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.449Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}