{"id":"01KFE0JG3WTF62XQG2FZC454E5","cid":"bafkreigo425o5ncpstpuqntvv7kaayg4p2zjokd4i7jtaaoyjkhgpsutyu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiesd4q2xxqb46kub6ze2bwyzl7ejgmtceuubonzlhwiz6txz3773q","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0395.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923151917-qh7i9dsdted","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0395.jpg","page_number":395,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":197122,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 387\nturn his eyes away. \"He . . . did not mean to kill that Lizaveta\n. . . he • . . killed her accidentally. . . . He meant to kill the old\nwoman when she was alone and he went there . . . and then Liza-\nveta came in ... he killed her too.\"\nAnother awful moment passed. Both still gazed at one\nanother.\n\"You can't guess, then?\" he asked suddenly, feeling as though\nhe were flinging himself down from a steeple.\n\"N-no . . .\" whispered Sonia.\n\"Take a good look.\"\nAs soon as he had said this again, the same familiar sensation\nfroze his heart. He looked at her and all at once seemed to see\nin her face the face of Lizaveta. He remembered clearly the ex-\npression inLizaveta's face, when he approached her with the\naxe and she stepped back to the wall, putting out hei* hand, with\nchildish terror in her face, looking as little children do when\nthey begin to be frightened of something, looking intently and\nuneasily at what frightens them, shrinking back and holding\nout their little hands on the point of crying. Almost the same\nthing happened now to Sonia. With the same helplessness and\nthe same terror, she looked at him for a while and, suddenly put-\nting out her left hand, pressed her fingers faintly against his\nbreast and slowly began to get up from the bed, moving further\nfrom him and keeping her eyes fixed even more immovably on\nhim. Her terror infected him. The same fear showed itself on\nhis face. In the same way he stared at her and almost with the\nsame childish smile.\n\"Have you guessed?\" he whispered at last.\n\"Good God!\" broke in an awful wail from her bosom.\nShe sank helplessly on the bed with her face in the pillows, but\na moment later she got up, moved quickly to him, seized both\nhis hands and, gripping them tight in her thin fingers, began\nlooking into his face again with the same intent stare. In this\nlast desp>erate look she tried to look into him and catch some last\nhope. But there was no hope; there was no doubt remaining;\nit was all true! Later on, indeed, when she recalled that moment,\nshe thought it strange and wondered why she had seen at once\nthat there was no doubt. She could not have said, for instance,\nthat she had foreseen something of the sort — and yet now, as","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:32:31.917Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:32:32.694Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:32:33.773Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}