{"id":"01KFE0GJJYXHC4T9ANY931GSPM","cid":"bafkreifbnjjoustn7752ocw6zi4chllxaymydzlvocgc4lean5o366qzim","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreih6smlmfsn5ue4apu23wu4ao5uptxidxw3ymu4updagxzqfy5ckdu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0507.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923089177-wbcb02h7nle","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0507.jpg","page_number":507,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":178549,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 499\nmost part a stream of empty sounds for him. But some of thenfj\nhe understood. He looked at him inquiringly, not knowing\nhow it would end.\n\"I mean those crop-headed wenches,\" the talkative Ilya Pe-\ntrovitch continued. \"Midwives is my name for them. I think it a\nvery satisfactory one, ha-ha! They go to the Academy, study\nanatomy. If I fall ill, am I to send for a young lady to treat me?\n\"What do you say? Ha-ha!\" Ilya Petrovitch laughed, quite\npleased with his own wit. \"It's an immoderate zeal for educa-\ntion, but once you're educated, that's enough. Why abuse it?\nWhy insult honourable people, as that scoundrel Zametov does?\nWhy did he insult me, I ask you? Look at these suicides, too,\nhow common they are, you can't fancy! People spend their\nlast halfpenny and kill themselves,, boys and girls and old people.\nOnly this morning we heard about a gentleman who had just\ncome to town. Nil Pavlitch, I say, what was the name of that\ngentleman who shot himself?\"\n\"Svidrigailov,\" some one answered from the other room with\ndrowsy listlessness.\nRaskolnikov started.\n\"Svidrigailov! Svidrigailov has shot himself!\" he cried.\n\"What, do you know Svidrigailov?\"\n\"Yes ... I knew him. . . . He hadn't been here long.\"\n\"Yes, that's so. He had lost his wife, was a man of reckless\nhabits and all of a sudden shot himself, and in such a shocking\nway. . . . He left in his notebook a few words; that he dies in\nfull possession of his faculties and that no one is to blame for his\ndeath. He had money, they say. How did you come to know\nhim?\"\n\"I . . . was acquainted . . . my sister was governess in his\nfamily.\"\n\"Bah-bah-bah! Then no doubt you can tell us something\nabout him. You had no suspicion?\"\n\"I saw him yesterday . . . he . . . was drinking wine; I knew\nnothing.\"\nRaskolnikov felt as though something had fallen on him and\nwas stifling him.\n\"You've turned pale again. It's so stuffy here. . . .\"\n\"Yes, I must go,\" muttered Raskolnikov. \"Excuse my trou-\nbling you. ...\"","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:29.719Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:30.767Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}