{"id":"01KFE0JFZ39VJ91QP9ZWFGWQ8E","cid":"bafkreibwetcn4gr57rgbad4ofh6gewnay4uquant5ynhscnf5o5dbpp4g4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibxog3cogs2hrfixm27esi2g6krnel6pjawj6ldpbls6bne6rlziq","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0346.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151900-ybqtspsoa1s","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0346.jpg","page_number":346,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":180545,"text":"338 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nHe sat on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his face\nhidden in his hands. He was still shivering nervously. At last he\ngot up, took his cap, thought a minute, and went to the door.\nHe had a sort of presentiment that for to-day, at least, he\nmight consider himself out of danger. He had a sudden sense\nalmost of joy; he wanted to make haste to Katerina Ivanovna's.\nHe would be too late for the funeral, of course, but he would\nbe in time for the memorial dinner, and there at once he would\nsee Sonia.\nHe stood still, thought a moment, and a suffering smile came\nfor a moment on to his lips.\n\"To-day! To-day,\" he repeated to himself. \"Yes, to-day! So\nit must be. . . .\"\nBut as he was about to open the door, it began opening of\nitself. He started and moved back. The door opened gently and\nslowly, and there suddenly appeared a figure — yesterday's visitor\nfrom underground.\nThe man stood in the doorway, looked at Raskolnikov with-\nout speaking, and took a step forward into the room. He was\nexac V ^^^ same as yesterday; the same figure, the same dress,\nbut there was a great change in his face; he looked dejected and\nsighed deeply. If he had only put his hand up to his cheek and\nleaned his head on one side he would have looked exactly like\na peasant woman.\n\"What do you want?\" asked Raskolnikov, numb with terror.\nThe man was still silent, but suddenly he bowed down almost\nto the ground, touching it with his finger.\n\"What is it?\" cried Raskolnikov.\n\"I have sinned,\" the man articulated softly.\n\"How?\"\n\"By evil thoughts.\"\nThey looked at one another.\n\"I was vexed. When you came, perhaps in drink, and bade\nthe porters go to the police station and asked about the blood,\nI was vexed that they let you go and took you for drunken.\nI was so vexed that I lost my sleep. And remembering the ad-\ndress we came here yesterday and asked for you. . . .\"\n\"Who came?\" Raskolnikov interrupted, instantly beginning\nfo recollect.\n\"I did, I've wronged you.\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.900Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.650Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.961Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}