{"id":"01KFE0HEHH7674MT8XRP5END3C","cid":"bafkreiad4ve2ac3i5e7roquogfupnsejqjp5l6cpxgnr4kcgq7mjyzgftm","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiahqgqeb3ijmggskgr5fjcwqeydk5pfjd2shxfcw7bdtmdznqn7qe","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0268.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923112745-qut9x4xzx6","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0268.jpg","page_number":268,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":212031,"text":"260 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nbelfry of the church at V., the billiard table in a restaurant and\nsome oflScers playing billiards, the smell of cigars in some under-\nground tobacco shop, a tavern room, a back staircase quite dark,\nall sloppy with dirty water and strewn with egg shells, and the\nSunday bells floating in from somewhere. . . . The images fol-\nlowed one another, whirling like a hurricane. Some of them he\nliked and tried to clutch at, but they faded and all the while\nthere was an oppression within him, but it was not overwhelm-\ning, sometimes it was even pleasant. . . . The slight shivering\nstill persisted, but that too was an almost pleasant sensation.\nHe heard the hurried footsteps of Razumihin; he closed his\neyes and pretended to be asleep. Razumihin opened the door\nand stood for some time in the doorway as though hesitating,\nthen he stepped softly into the room and went cautiously to\nthe sofa. Raskolnikov heard Nastasya's whisper:\n\"Don't disturb him! Let him sleep. He can have his dinner\nlater.\"\n\"Quite so,\" answered Razumihin. Both withdrew carefully\nand closed the door. Another half-hour passed. Raskolnikov\nopened his eyes, turned on his back again, clasping his hands\nbehind his head.\n\"Who is he? Who is that man who sprang out of the earth?\nWhere was he, what did he see? He has seen it all, that's clear.\nWhere was he then? And from where did he see? Why has\nhe only now sprung out of the earth? And how could he see?\nIs it possible? Hm . . .\" continued Raskolnikov, turning cold\nand shivering, \"and the jewel case Nikolay found behind the\ndoor — was that possible? A clue? You miss an infinitesimal\nline and you can build it into a pyramid of evidence! A fly flew\nby and saw it! Is it possible?\" He felt with sudden loathing how\nweak, how physically weak he had become. \"I ought to have\nknown it,\" he thought with a bitter smile. \"And how dared I,\nknowing myself, knowing how I should be, take up an axe\nand shed blood! I ought to have known beforehand. . . . Ah,\nbut I did know!\" he whispered in despair. At times he came to\na standstill at some thought.\n\"No, those men are not made so. The real Master to whom\null is permitted storms Toulon, makes a massacre in Paris,\njorgets an army in Egypt, wastes half a million men in the Mos-\ncow expedition and gets off with a jest at Vilna. And altars are","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":"2026-01-20T15:31:58.310Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:59.173Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}