{"id":"01KFE0G8H25KSKAXEJZAV5PB4M","cid":"bafkreibjx2cudq7rvrwnjectrrl6kzojgsagzhrimfhp6pxg2nxkojpugy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifnuwwgncolpp6non56glbs47hadz6etrxndh5bt5wihxqxnhfxia","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0176.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923078583-d1fljxwmc6m","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0176.jpg","page_number":176,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":209438,"text":"168 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\ntime, then I held the horses in, but he fell straight under their\nfeet! Either he did it on purpose or he was very tipsy. . . . The\nhorses are young and ready to take fright . . . they started, he\nscreamed . . . that made them worse. That's how it happened!\"\n\"That's just how it was,\" a voice in the crowd confirmed.\n\"He shouted, that's true, he shouted three times,\" another\nvoice declared.\n\"Three times it was, we all heard it,\" shouted a third.\nBut the coachman was not very much distressed and fright-\nened. Itwas evident that the carriage belonged to a rich and im-\nportant j>erson who was awaiting it somewhere; the police, of\ncourse, were in no little anxiety to avoid upsetting his arrange-\nments. All they had to do was to take the injured man to the\npolice station and the hospital. No one knew his name.\nMeanwhile Raskolnikov had squeezed in and stooped closer\nover him. The lantern suddenly lighted up the unfortunate\nman's face. He recognised him.\n\"I know him! I know him!\" he shouted, pushing to the front.\n\"It's a government clerk retired from the service, Marmeladov.\nHe lives close by in Kozel's house. . . . Make haste for a doctor!\nI w^ill pay, see.\" He pulled money out of his pocket and showed\nit to the policeman. He was in violent agitation.\nThe police were glad that they had found out who the man\nwas. Raskolnikov gave his own name and address, and, as\nearnestly as if it had been his father, he besought the police to\ncarry the unconscious Marmeladov to his lodging at once.\n\"Just here, three houses away,\" he said eagerly, \"the house\nbelongs to Kozel, a rich German. He was going home, no doubt\ndnmk. I know him, he is a drunkard. He has a family there, a\nwife, children, he has one daughter. ... It will take time to take\nhim to the hospital, and there is sure to be a doctor in the house.\nI'll pay, I'll pay! At least he will be looked after at home . . . they\nwill help him at once. But he'll die before you get him to the\nhospital.\" He managed to slip something unseen into the police-\nman's hand. But the thing was straightforward and legitimate,\nand in any case help was closer here. They raised the injured\nman; people volunteered to help.\nKozel's house was thirty yards away. Raskolnikov walked\nbehind, carefully holding Marmeladov 's head and showing the\nway.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:18.583Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:19.283Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:20.329Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}