{"id":"01KFE0JFY62JF1WW474S969DSG","cid":"bafkreidfvtfgybvufr2wjg7g3jyhddnpbbyifn45olijcac4sf5jot4foe","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiec5wak2h3wjneftae4pbtqm43snbprzbq7askh2gyzn7c2hnvq64","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0326.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151895-tf6ybpy7u9l","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0326.jpg","page_number":326,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":207529,"text":"318 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\n\"I believe you said yesterday you would like to question rat\n. . . formally . . . about my acquaintance with the murdered\nwoman?\" Raskolnikov was beginning again. \"Wliy did I put in\n'I believe' \" passed through his mind in a flash. ''WTiy am I so\nuneasy at having put in that 7 believe'?\" came in a second flash.\nAnd he suddenly felt that his uneasiness at the mere contact\nwith Porfiry, at the first words, at the first looks, had grown in\nan instant to monstrous proportions, and that this was fearfully\ndangerous. His nerves were quivering, his emotion was increas-\ning. \"It's bad, it's bad! I shall say too much again.\"\n\"Yes, yes, yes! There's no hurry, there's no hurry,\" muttered\nPorfiry Petrovitch, moving to and fro about the table without\nany apparent aim, as it were making dashes towards the window,\nthe bureau and the table, at one moment avoiding Raskolnikov's\nsuspicious glance, then again standing still and looking him\nstraight in the face.\nHis fat round little figure looked very strange, like a ball\nrolling from one side to the other and rebounding back.\n\"We've plenty of time. Do you smoke? have you your own?\nHere, a cigarette!\" he went on, offering his visitor a cigarette.\n\"You know I am receiving you here, but my own quarters are\nthrough there, you know, my government quarters. But I am\nliving outside for the time, I had to have some repairs done here.\nIt's almost finished now. . . . Government quarters, you know,\nare a capital thing. Eh, what do you think?\"\n\"Yes, a capital thing,\" answered Raskolnikov, looking at him\nalmost ironically.\n\"A capital thing, a capital thing,\" repeated Porfiry Petro-\nvitch, as though he had just thought of something quite differ-\nent. \"Yes, a capital thing,\" he almost shouted at last, suddenly\nstaring at Raskolnikov and stopping short two steps from him.\nThis stupid repetition was too incongruous in its ineptitude\nwith the serious, brooding and enigmatic glance he turned upon\nhis visitor.\nBut this stirred Raskolnikov's spleen more than ever and he\ncould not resist an ironical and rather incautious challenge.\n\"Tell me, please,\" he asked suddenly, looking almost inso-\nlently athim and taking a kind of pleasure in his own insolence.\n\"I believe it's a sort of legal rule, a sort of legal tradition —\nfor all investigating lawyers — to begin their attack from afar.","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.895Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.575Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.915Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}