{"id":"01KFE0HCYFR8GMG88N5GWN4NH8","cid":"bafkreihjzrzdlv5ike2ud52mh7c3xyyxozgfz77pazrfg4chpfas6jhp7i","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreib4esxbyhmxhxezemf7cjg3fjrfqiftedp6w5u2zjfvsrofkugmqe","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0267.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112745-t4tj3ruonzt","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0267.jpg","page_number":267,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":191281,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 259\n\"You were inquiring for me ... of the porter?\" Raskolnikov\nsaid at last, but in a curiously quiet voice.\nThe man made no answer; he didn't even look at him. Again\nthey were both silent.\n\"Why do you . . . come and ask for me . . . and say nothing.\n. . . What's the meaning of it?\"\nRaskolnikov's voice broke and he seemed unable to articulate\nthe words clearly.\nThe man raised his eyes this time and turned a gloomy sinister\nlook at Raskolnikov.\n\"Miurderer!\" he said suddenly in a quiet but clear and distinctvoice.\nRaskolnikov went on walking beside him. His legs felt sud-\ndenly weak, a cold shiver ran down his spine, and his heart\nseemed to stand still for a moment, then suddenly began throb-\nbing as though it were set free. So they walked for about a\nhundred paces, side by side in silence.\nThe man did not look at him.\n\"What do you mean . . . what is. . . . Who is the murderer?\"\nmuttered Raskolnikov hardly audibly.\n\"You are a murderer,\" the man answered still more articu- •\nlately and emphatically, with a smile of triumphant hatred, and\nagain he looked straight into Raskolnikov's pale face and\nstricken eyes.\nThey had just reached the cross roads. The man turned to\nthe left without looking behind him. Raskolnikov remained\nstanding, gazing after him. He saw him turn rovmd fifty paces\naway and look back at him still standing there. Raskolnikov\ncould not see clearly, but he fancied that he was again smiling\nthe same smile of cold hatred and triumph.\nWith slow faltering steps, with shaking knees, Raskolnikov\nmade his way back to his little garret, feeling chilled all over.\nHe took off his cap and put it on the table, and for ten minutes\nhe stood without moving. Then he sank exhausted on the sofa\nand with a weak moan of pain he stretched himself on it. So he\nlay for half an hour.\nHe thought of nothing. Some thoughts or fragments of\nthoughts, some images without order or coherence floated be-\nfore his mind — faces of people he had seen in his childhood or\nmet somewhere once, whom he would never have recalled, the","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:52.745Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:56.586Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:58.220Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}