{"id":"01KFE0HCYCCG9N6Z2Y39BA3RGA","cid":"bafkreiarfreqx2yw4xzka6seile4orcz7xe5lzsukhlzrvsqa7sb2wmfnu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreicvsqt2p26fs7kxwqxybs4f5wcrxqd6ohgdpzhgdukunwpvxmcgeq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0246.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112740-one34mvqvg","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0246.jpg","page_number":246,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":213855,"text":"238 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"What does this mean?\" thought Raskolnikov uneasily.\nZametov seemed taken aback, but not very much so.\n\"Why, it was at your rooms we met yesterday,\" he said easily.\n\"Then I have been spared the trouble. All last week he was\nbegging me to introduce him to you. Porfiry and you have\nsnififed each other out without me. Where is your tobacco?\"\nPorfiry Petrovitch was wearing a dressing-gown, very clean\nlinen, and trodden-down slippers. He was a man of about five\nand thirty, short, stout even to corpulence, and clean shaven.\nHe wore his hair cut short and had a large round head, particu-\nlarly prominent at the back. His soft, round, rather snub-nosed\nface was of a sickly yellowish colour, but had a vigorous and\nrather ironical expression. It would have been good-natxxred, ex-\ncept for a look in the eyes, which shone with a watery, mawkish\nlight under almost white, blinking eyelashes. The expression of\nthose eyes was strangely out of keeping with his somewhat\nwomanish figure, and gave it something far more serious than\ncould be guessed at first sight.\nAs soon as Porfiry Petrovitch heard that his visitor had a\nlittle matter of business with him, he begged him to sit down on\nthe sofa and sat down himself on the other end, waiting for him\nto explain his business, with that careful and over-serious atten-\ntion which is at once oppressive and embarrassing, especially to\na stranger, and especially if what you are discussing is in your\nown opinion of far too little importance for such exceptional\nsolemnity. But in brief and coherent phrases Raskolnikov ex-\nplained hisbusiness clearly and exactly, and was so well satis-\nfied with himself that he even succeeded in taking a good look\nat Porfiry. Porfiry Petrovitch did not once take his eyes off\nhim. Razumihin, sitting opposite at the same table, listened\nwarmly and impatiently, looking from one to the other every\nmoment with rather excessive interest.\n\"Fool,\" Raskolnikov swore to himself.\n\"You have to give information to the police,\" Porfiry replied,\nwith a most businesslike air, \"that having learnt of this incident,\nthat is of the murder, you beg to inform the lawyer in charge of\nthe case that such and such things belong to you, and that you\ndesire to redeem them . . . or . . . but they will write to you.\"\n\"That's just the point, that at the present moment,\" Raskol-\nnikov tried his utmost to feign embarrassment, \"I am not","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:52.740Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:56.578Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:58.478Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}