{"id":"01KFE0GJJR8J9510H88C7PBFW6","cid":"bafkreifbptipzhk7jb7stn6twxac5la5qi7tv7nspwccxbwuofxx3jrxoi","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiav57lrlgukd64iysrztneehdbin266q4wnonhlyxoxghyezrbyja","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0516.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089181-jbzra2k2sz8","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0516.jpg","page_number":516,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":207259,"text":"JOS CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nunwilling to talk and rude to her. But that in the end these visits\nhad become a habit and almost a necessity for him, so that he\nwas positively distressed when she was ill for some days and\ncould not visit him. She used to see him on holidays at the prison\ngates or in the guard-room, to which he was brought for a few\nminutes to see her. On working days she would go to see him\nat work either at the workshops or at the brick kilns, or at the\nsheds on the banks of the Irtish.\nAbout herself, Sonia wrote that she had succeeded in making\nsome acquaintances in the town, that she did sewing, and, as\nthere was scarcely a dressmaker in the town, she was looked\nupon as an indispensable person in many houses. But she did not\nmention that the authorities were, through her, interested in\nRaskolnikov; that his task was lightened and so on.\nAt last the news came (Dounia had indeed noticed signs of\nalarm and uneasiness in the preceding letters) that he held aloof\nfrom every one, that his fellow prisoners did not like him, that\nhe kept silent for days at a time and was becoming very pale.\nIn the last letter Sonia wrote that he had been taken very seri-\nously illand was in the convict ward of the hospital.\nII\nHe was ill a long time. But it was not the horrors of prison life,\nnot the hard labour, the bad food, the shaven head, or the\npatched clothes that crushed him. What did he care for all those\ntrials and hardships! he was even glad of the hard work. Physi-\ncally exhausted, he could at least reckon on a few hours of quiet\nsleep. And what was the food to him — the thin cabbage soup\nwith beetles floating in it? In the past as a student he had often\nnot had even that. His clothes were warm and suited to his man-\nner of life. He did not even feel the fetters. Was he ashamed of\nhis shaven head and parti-coloured coat? Before whom? Before\nSonia? Sonia was afraid of him, how could he be ashamed before\nher? And yet he was ashamed even before Sonia, whom he tor-\ntured because of it with his contemptuous rough manner. But\nit was not his shaven head and his fetters he was ashamed of: his\npride had been stung to the quick. It was wounded pride that\nmade him ill. Oh, how happy he would have been if he could\nhave blamed himself! He could have borne anything then, even","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.181Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.578Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.627Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}