{"id":"01KFE0JFZ6A675EYA95MZF8FCH","cid":"bafkreictso7y7c2qv4t5pcm7v53qmezhhzssbceysy77xcpqiz4jswar7q","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihw5u2wqykkq5ok6bn6l54aqi4kgyxk3b6kozluvb6ekqr2f7uvbi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0335.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151897-fxo5t1nsgem","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0335.jpg","page_number":335,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":202109,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 327\n\"I won't allow it, I won't allow it,\" Raskolnikov repeated\nmechanically, but he too spoke in a sudden whisper.\nPorfiry turned quickly and ran to open the window.\n\"Some fresh air! And you must have some water, my dear\nfellow. You're ill!\" and he was running to the door to call for\nsome when he foimd a decanter of water in the corner. \"Come,\ndrink a little,\" he whispered, rushing up to him with the de-\ncanter. \"It will be sure to do you good.\"\nPorfiry Petrovitch's alarm and sympathy were so natural that\nRaskolnikov was silent and began looking at him with wild\ncuriosity. He did not take the water, however.\n\"Rodion Romanovitch, my dear fellow, you'll drive yourself\nout of your mind, I assure you, ach, ach! Have some water, do\ndrink a Httle.\"\nHe forced him to take the glass. Raskolnikov raised it me-\nchanically tohis lips, but set it on the table again with disgust.\n\"Yes, you've had a little attack! You'll bring back your\nillness again, my dear fellow,\" Porfiry Petrovitch cackled with\nfriendly sympathy, though he still looked rather disconcerted.\n\"Good heavens, you must take more care of yourself! Dmitri\nProkofitch was here, came to see me yesterday — I know, I know,\nI've a nasty, ironical temper, but what they made of it! . . . Good\nheavens, he came yesterday after you'd been. We dined and he\ntalked and talked away, and I could only throw up my hands in\ndespair! Did he come from you? But do sit down, for mercy's\nsake, sit down!\"\n\"No, not from me, but I knew he went to you and why he\nwent,\" Raskolnikov answered sharply.\n\"You knew?\"\n\"I knew. What of it?\"\n\"Why this, Rodion Romanovitch, that I know more than\nthat about you; I know about everything. I know how you\nwent to take a flat at night when it was dark and how you rang\nthe bell and asked about the blood, so that the workmen and the\nporter did not know what to make of it. Yes, I understand your\nstate of mind at that time . . . but you'll drive yourself mad like\nthat, upon my word! You'll lose your head! You're full of gen-\nerous indignation at the wrongs you've received, first from\ndestiny, and then from the police officers, and so you rush from\none thing to another to force them to speak out and make an end","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.897Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.445Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.360Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}