{"id":"01KFE0HCXMFBQTM2R55ZTD1Q3R","cid":"bafkreihoy3c772vdpdarm5e5seylcd6eyphabgsouyiycp6tbwix5iek4a","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreih7icxtsxp2qa6odc2ui4ucltbhhpaaxna27qwzvgaykir5ti54sq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0281.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112756-9pv0ar1loz","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0281.jpg","page_number":281,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":175585,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 273\nVishera, and the third time was two hours ago in the rooni\nwhere I am staying. I was alone.\"\n\"Were you awake?\"\n\"Quite awake. I was wide awake every time. She comes,\nspeaks to me for a minute and goes out at the door — always at\nthe door. I can almost hear her.\"\n\"What made me think that something of the sort must be\nhappening to you?\" Raskolnikov said suddenly.\nAt the same moment he was surprised at having said it. He\nwas much excited.\n\"What! Did you think so?\" Svidrigailov asked in astonish-\nment. \"Did you really? Didn't I say that there was something\nin common between us, eh?\"\n\"You never said so!\" Raskolnikov cried sharply and withheat.\n\"Didn't I?\"\n\"No!\"\n,\n\"I thought I did. When I came in and saw you lying with\nyoxxr eyes shut, pretending, I said to myself at once 'here's the\nman'.\"\n\"What do you mean by 'the man'? What are you talking\nabout?\" cried Raskolnikov.\n\"What do I mean? I really don't know. , . .\" Svidrigailov\nmuttered ingenuously, as though he, too, were puzzled.\nFor a minute they were silent. They stared in each other'sfaces.\n\"That's all nonsense!\" Raskolnikov shouted with vexation.\n\"What does she say when she comes to you?\"\n\"She! Would you believe it, she talks of the silliest trifles\nand — man is a strange creature — it makes me angry. The first\ntime she came in (I was tired you know: the funeral service,\nthe funeral ceremony, the lunch afterwards. At last I was left\nalone in my study. I lighted a cigar and began to think), she\ncame in at the door. 'You've been so busy to-day, Arkady\nIvanovitch, you have forgotten to wind the dining room clock,'\nshe said. All those seven years I've wovmd that clock every week,\nand if I forgot it she would always remind me. The next day I\nset off on my way here. I got out at the station at daybreak;\nI'd been asleep, tired out, with my eyes half open, I was drinking\nsome coffee. I looked up and there was suddenly Marf a Petrovna","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:52.756Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:56.748Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:58.452Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}