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ONE day when she was younger and better-looking, and when her voice was stronger, Nikolay Petrovitch Kolpakov, her adorer, was sitting in the outer room in her summer villa. It was intolerably hot and stifling. Kolpakov, who had just dined and drunk
Chapter VIII When he went into Sonias room, it was already getting dark. All day Sonia had been waiting for him in terrible anxiety. Dounia had been waiting with her. She had come to her that morning, remembering Svidrigalovs words that Sonia knew. W
Chapter I So he lay a very long while. Now and then he seemed to wake up, and at such moments he noticed that it was far into the night, but it did not occur to him to get up. At last he noticed that it was beginning to get light. He was lying on his
Chapter V This was a gentleman no longer young, of a stiff and portly appearance, and a cautious and sour countenance. He began by stopping short in the doorway, staring about him with offensive and undisguised astonishment, as though asking himself
Chapter III He waked up late next day after a broken sleep. But his sleep had not refreshed him; he waked up bilious, irritable, ill-tempered, and looked with hatred at his room. It was a tiny cupboard of a room about six paces in length. It had a po
Chapter II Ah these cigarettes! Porfiry Petrovitch ejaculated at last, having lighted one. They are pernicious, positively pernicious, and yet I cant give them up! I cough, I begin to have tickling in my throat and a difficulty in breathing. You know
Chapter II It would be difficult to explain exactly what could have originated the idea of that senseless dinner in Katerina Ivanovnas disordered brain. Nearly ten of the twenty roubles, given by Raskolnikov for Marmeladovs funeral, were wasted upon
Chapter III Pyotr Petrovitch, she cried, protect me . . . you at least! Make this foolish woman understand that she cant behave like this to a lady in misfortune . . . that there is a law for such things. . . . Ill go to the governor-general himself.
Chapter V Raskolnikov was already entering the room. He came in looking as though he had the utmost difficulty not to burst out laughing again. Behind him Razumihin strode in gawky and awkward, shamefaced and red as a peony, with an utterly crestfall
Chapter V When next morning at eleven oclock punctually Raskolnikov went into the department of the investigation of criminal causes and sent his name in to Porfiry Petrovitch, he was surprised at being kept waiting so long: it was at least ten minut
Chapter VI When he remembered the scene afterwards, this is how Raskolnikov saw it. The noise behind the door increased, and suddenly the door was opened a little. What is it? cried Porfiry Petrovitch, annoyed. Why, I gave orders . . . For an instant
Chapter I The morning that followed the fateful interview with Dounia and her mother brought sobering influences to bear on Pyotr Petrovitch. Intensely unpleasant as it was, he was forced little by little to accept as a fact beyond recall what had se
Chapter II It was nearly eight oclock. The two young men hurried to Bakaleyevs, to arrive before Luzhin. Why, who was that? asked Razumihin, as soon as they were in the street. It was Svidrigalov, that landowner in whose house my sister was insulted