{"id":"01KFE0GJHRJWY9TNZ62S9R7Q5R","cid":"bafkreiabvy5wxhub5snhpoozafjxdjfikjpg6lgqcnkg5lrcr6pfpzgneq","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreih3ryazkhhpqnuj2fsog73snvpltgmzcidcgl2onf7edhritfh5fe","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0503.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089176-1p00lrru8j5","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0503.jpg","page_number":503,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":199422,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 495\nA ring round him. Raskolnikov squeezed his way through the\ncrowd, stared for some minutes at the drunken man and sud-\ndenly gave a short jerky laugh. A minute later he had forgotten\nhim and did not see him, though he still stared. He moved away\nat last, not remembering where he was; but when he got into the\nmiddle of the square an emotion suddenly came over him, over-\nwhelming him body and mind.\nHe suddenly recalled Sonia's word, \"Go to the cross roads,\nbow down to the people, kiss the earth, for you have sinned\nagainst it too, and say aloud to the whole world, 'I am a mur-\nderer.' \"He trembled, remembering that. And the hopeless mis-\nery and anxiety of all that time, especially of the last hours, had\nweighed so heavily upon him that he positively clutched at the\nchance of this new unmixed, complete sensation. It came over\nhim like a fit; it was like a single spark kindled in his soul and\nspreading fire through him. Everything in him softened at once\nand the tears started into his eyes. He fell to the earth on the\nspot. . . .\nHe knelt down in the middle of the square, bowed down to\nthe earth, and kissed that filthy earth with bliss and rapture.\nHe got up and bowed down a second time.\n\"He's boozed,\" a youth near him observed.\nThere was a roar of laughter.\n\"He's going to Jerusalem, brothers, and saying good-bye to\nhis children and his country. He's bowing down to all the world\nand kissing the great city of St. Petersburg and its pavement,\"added a workman who was a little drunk.\n\"Quite a young man, too!\" observed a third.\n\"And a gentleman,\" some one observed soberly.\n\"There's no knowing who's a gentleman and who isn't nowa-\ndays.\"These exclamations and remarks checked Raskolnikov, and\nthe words, \"I am a murderer,\" which were perhaps on the point\nof dropping from his lips, died away. He bore these remarks\nquietly, however, and without looking round, he turned down a\nstreet leading to the police office. He had a glimpse of some-\nthing on the way which did not surprise him; he had felt that\nit must be so. The second time he bowed down in the Hay\nMarket, he saw standing fifty paces from him on the left Sonia.\nShe was hiding from him behind on\" of the wooden shanties in","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.176Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.713Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.835Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}