{"id":"01KFE0G8G5JBSSJRFEVK1E41PC","cid":"bafkreicpymck2m25yli3uskrs3b6as7tfy5yiwygu6lfyuhhhpcrk2v57u","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibrq6u3bhnnzexwci2bmxdcj4iullvj7t2dsam6gzvq764dykx45i","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0166.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078578-olqmy73to4","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0166.jpg","page_number":166,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":186276,"text":"1J8 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nmoment it will break out, in another moment he will let it go,\nhe will speak out.\n\"And what if it was I who murdered the old woman and\ni^izaveta?\" he said suddenly and — realised what he had done.\nZametov looked wildly at him and turned wh^te as the table-\n•.loth. His face wore a contorted smile.\n\"But is it possible?\" he brought out faintly. Raskolnikov\nlooked wrathfully at him.\n\"Own up that you believed it, yes, you did?\"\n\"Not a bit of it, I believe it less than ever now,\" Zametov\ncried hastily.\n\"I've caught my cocksparrow! So you did believe it before,\nf now you believe it less than ever?\"\n\"Not at all,\" cried Zametov, obviously embarrassed. \"Have\nyou been frightening me so as to lead up to this?\"\n\"You don't believe it then? What were you talking about\nbehind my back when I went out of the police office? And\nwhy did the explosive lieutenant question me after I fainted?\nHey, there,\" he shouted to the waiter, getting up and taking\nhis cap, \"how much?\"\n\"Thirty copecks,\" the latter replied, running up.\n\"And here is twenty copecks for vodka. See what a lot of\nmoney!\" he held out his shaking hand to Zametov with notes\nin it. \"Red notes and blue, twenty-five roubles. Where did I\nget them? And where did my new clothes comes from? You\nknow I had not a copeck. You've cross-examined my landlady,\nI'll be bound. . . . Well, that's enough! Assez cause! Till we\nmeet again!\"\nHe went out, trembling all over from a sort of wild hysteri-\ncal sensation, in which there was an element of insufferable\nrapture. Yet he was gloomy and terribly tired. His face was\ntwisted as after a fit. His fatigue increased rapidly. Any shock,\nany irritating sensation stimulated and revived his energies at\nDnce, but his strength failed as quickly when the stimulus was\nremoved.\nZametov, left alone, sat for a long time in the same place,\nplunged in thought. Raskolnikov had unwittingly worked a\nrevolution in his brain on a certain point and had made up his\nmind for him conclusively.\n\"Ilya Petrovitch is a blockhead,\" he decided.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.578Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.389Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.721Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}