{"id":"01KFE0GJJX15J7MGM7TSKHNYYJ","cid":"bafkreieplkhfknsc3qvaya676uswcfzmvv3wx4323m7ieyc6duauq6bkje","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibwjfp6lhsj7y7czwdbe4wrqd65mfonva2z2z4qlkrt4jpsiufivq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0523.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089183-gshp5esrbei","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0523.jpg","page_number":523,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":200938,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 515\nOn the evening of the same day, when the barracks were\nlocked, Raskolnikov lay on his plank bed and thought of her.\nHe had even fancied that day that all the convicts who had been\nhis enemies looked at him differently; he had even entered into\ntalk with them and they answered him in a friendly way. He\nremembered that now, and thought it was bound to be so.\nWasn't everything now bound to be changed?\nHe thought of her. He remembered how continually he had\ntormented her and wounded her heart. He remembered her pale\nand thin little face. But these recollections scarcely troubled\nhim now; he knew with what infinite love he would now repay\nall her sufferings. And what were all, all the agonies of the past!\nEverything, even his crime, his sentence and imprisonment,\nseemed to him now in the first rush of feeling an external,\nstrange fact with which he had no concern. But he could not\nthink for long together of anything that evening, and he could\nnot have analysed anything consciously; he was simply feeling.\nLife had stepped into the place of theory and something quite\ndifferent would work itself out in his mind.\nUnder his pillow lay the New Testament. He took it up\nmechanically. The book belonged to Sonia; it was the one from\nwhich she had read the raising of Lazarus to him. At first he\nwas afraid that she would worry him about religion, would talk\nabout the gospel and pester him with books. But to his great\nsurprise she had not once approached the subject and had not\neven offered him the Testament. He had asked her for it himself\nnot long before his illness and she brought him the book without\na word. Till now he had not opened it.\nHe did not open it now, but one thought passed through his\nmind: \"Can her convictions not be mine now? Her feelings,\nher aspirations at least. . . .\"\nShe too had been greatly agitated that day, and at night she\nwas taken ill again. But she was so happy — and so unexpectedly\nhappy — that she was almost frightened of her happiness. Seven\nyears, only seven years! At the beginning of their happiness at\nsome moments they were both ready to look on those seven years\nas though they were seven days. He did not know that the new\nlife would not be given him for nothing, that he would have to\npay dearly for it, that it would cost him great striving, great\nsuffering.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.182Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.749Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.731Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}