{"id":"01KFE0GJHAJDKKMCEYVS32SQNF","cid":"bafkreifvhuskyg2vnuxxb6k7d5avomjvpvgu6zw3pbd4axpckxw7nbnheq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiazwyk475yycloizhe3b2svcqs7qvc45sou6g5y2dtfsm5akck2c4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0508.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089177-26r34414sdj","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0508.jpg","page_number":508,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":187944,"text":"500 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"Oh, not at all, as often as you like. It's a pleasure to see\nyou and I am glad to say so.\"\nIlya Petrovitch held out his hand.\n\"I only wanted ... I came to see Zametov.\"\n\"I understand, I understand, and it's a pleasure to see you.\"\n\"L. . . am very glad . . . good-bye,\" Raskolnikov smiled.\nHe went out; he reeled, he was overtaken with giddiness and\ndid not know what he was doing. He began going down the\nstairs, supp>orting himself with his right hand against the wall.\nHe fancied that a porter pushed past him on his way upstairs\nto the police office, that a dog in the lower storey kept up a shrill\nbarking and that a woman flimg a rolling-pin at it and shouted.\nHe went down and out into the yard. There, not far from the\nentrance, stood Sonia, pale and horror-stricken. She looked\nwildly at him. He stood still before her. There was a look of\npoignant agony, of despair, in her face. She clasped her hands.\nHis lips worked in an ugly, meaningless smile. He stood still\na minute, grinned and went back to the police office.\nIlya Petrovitch had sat down and was rummaging among\nsome papers. Before him stood the same peasant who had pushed\nby on the stairs.\n\"Hulloa! Back again! have you left something behind?\n\"What's the matter?\"\nRaskolnikov, with white lips and staring eyes, came slowly\nnearer. He walked right to the table, leaned his hand on it,\ntried to say something, but could not; only incoherent sounds\nwere audible.\n\"You are feeling ill, a chair! Here, sit down! Some water!\"\nRaskolnikov dropped on to a chair, but he kept his eyes fixed\non the face of Ilya Petrovitch which expressed unpleasant sur-\nprise. Both looked at one another for a minute and waited.\nWater was brought.\n\"It was I . . .\" began Raskolnikov.\n\"Drink some water.\"\nRaskolnikov refused the water with his hand, and softly and\nbrokenly, but distinctly said:\n\"It was I killed the old pawnbroker woman and her sister\nUzaveta with an axe and robbed them.\"\nIlya Petrovitch opened his mouth. People ran up on all sides.\nRaskolnikov repeated his statement.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.177Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.661Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.567Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}