{"id":"01KFE0G8D07Q12KCYHQ6PT33N4","cid":"bafkreictdzanhfsswfem6arxjmdrd6pae2mu4u5td2jzfeza6lrtvnn7pm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibuejh724tdwr3ccmicmoz7s6rmgxwwqu7m7rwa2zfexoub32lmgi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0191.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078589-nms6k0e2lf9","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0191.jpg","page_number":191,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":197810,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 183\ngave him to-day in the Palais de Crystal, that was too good for\nanything! You frightened him at first, you know, he nearly\nwent into convulsions! You almost convinced him again of the\ntruth of all that hideous nonsense, and then you suddenly — put\nout your tongue at him: 'There now, what do you make of it?'\nIt was perfect! He is crushed, annihilated now! It was masterly,\nby Jove, it's what they deserve! Ah, that I wasn't there! He was\nhoping to see you awfully. Porfiry, too, wants to make your ac-\nquaintance. . ,\"\n\"Ah! ... he too . . . but why did they put me down as mad?\"\n\"Oh, not mad. I must have said too much, , brother. . . .\nWhat struck him, you see, was that only that subject seemed to\ninterest you; now it's clear why it did interest you; knowing\nall the circumstances . . . and how that irritated you and worked\nin with your illness ... I am a little drunk, brother, only, con-\nfound him, he has some idea of his own ... I tell you, he's mad\non mental diseases. But don't you mind him . . .\"For half a minute both were silent.\n\"Listen, Razumihin,\" began Raskolnikov, \"I want to tell\nyou plainly: I've just been at a death-bed, a clerk who died . . .\nI gave them all my money . . . and besides I've just been kissed\nby some one who, if I had killed any one, would just the same\n... in fact I saw some one else there . . . with a flame-coloured\nfeather . . . but I am talking nonsense; I am very weak, support\nme ... we shall be at the stairs directly . . .\"\n\"What's the matter? What's the matter with you?\" Razu-\nmihin asked anxiously.\n\"I am a little giddy, but that's not the point, I am so sad, so\nsad . . . like a woman. Look, what's that? Look, look!\"\n\"What is it?\"\n\"Don't you see? A light in my room, you see? Through the\ncrack . . .\"\nThey were already at the foot of the last flight of stairs, at the\nlevel of the landlady's door, and they could, as a fact, see from\nbelow that there was a light in Raskolnikov's garret.\n\"Queer! Nastasya, perhaps,\" observed Razumihin.\n\"She is never in my room at this time and she must be in bea\nlong ago, but ... I don't care! Good-bye!\"\n\"What do you mean? I am coming with you, we'll come in\ntogether!\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.589Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.236Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.311Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}