Hefeltstrangelyattractedbythesingingandallthenoiseanduproarinthesaloonbelow……Someonecouldbeheardwithindancingfrantically,markingtimewithhisheelstothesoundsoftheguitarandofathinfalsettovoicesingingajauntyair。Helistenedintently,gloomilyanddreamily,bendingdownattheentranceandpeepinginquisitivelyinfromthepavement-
　　“Oh,myhandsomesoldierDon'tbeatmefornothing,“-
　　trilledthethinvoiceofthesinger。Raskolnikovfeltagreatdesiretomakeoutwhathewassinging,asthougheverythingdependedonthat。
　　“ShallIgoin？”hethought。“Theyarelaughing。Fromdrink。ShallI
　　getdrunk？”
　　“Won'tyoucomein？”oneofthewomenaskedhim。Hervoicewasstillmusicalandlessthickthantheothers,shewasyoungandnotrepulsive-theonlyoneofthegroup。
　　“Why,she'spretty,“hesaid,drawinghimselfupandlookingather。
　　Shesmiled,muchpleasedatthecompliment。
　　“You'reverynicelookingyourself,“shesaid。
　　“Isn'thethinthough！”observedanotherwomaninadeepbass。“Haveyoujustcomeoutofahospital？”
　　“They'reallgenerals'daughters,itseems,buttheyhaveallsnubnoses,“interposedatipsypeasantwithaslysmileonhisface,wearingaloosecoat。“Seehowjollytheyare。“
　　“Goalongwithyou！”
　　“I'llgo,sweetie！”
　　Andhedarteddownintothesaloonbelow。Raskolnikovmovedon。
　　“Isay,sir,“thegirlshoutedafterhim。
　　“Whatisit？”
　　Shehesitated。
　　“I'llalwaysbepleasedtospendanhourwithyou,kindgentleman,butnowIfeelshy。Givemesixcopecksforadrink,there'saniceyoungman！”
　　Raskolnikovgaveherwhatcamefirst-fifteencopecks。
　　“Ah,whatagood-naturedgentleman！”
　　“What'syourname？”
　　“AskforDuclida。“
　　“Well,that'stoomuch,“oneofthewomenobserved,shakingherheadatDuclida。“Idon'tknowhowyoucanasklikethat。IbelieveI
　　shoulddropwithshame……“
　　Raskolnikovlookedcuriouslyatthespeaker。Shewasapock-markedwenchofthirty,coveredwithbruises,withherupperlipswollen。Shemadehercriticismquietlyandearnestly。“Whereisit,“thoughtRaskolnikov。“WhereisitI'vereadthatsomeonecondemnedtodeathsaysorthinks,anhourbeforehisdeath,thatifhehadtoliveonsomehighrock,onsuchanarrowledgethathe'donlyroomtostand,andtheocean,everlastingdarkness,everlastingsolitude,everlastingtempestaroundhim,ifhehadtoremainstandingonasquareyardofspaceallhislife,athousandyears,eternity,itwerebettertolivesothantodieatonce!Onlytolive,toliveandlive!Life,whateveritmaybe!……Howtrueitis!GoodGod,howtrue!Manisavilecreature!……Andvileishewhocallshimvileforthat,“headdedamomentlater。
　　Hewentintoanotherstreet。“Bah,thePalaisdeCrystal!
　　RazumihinwasjusttalkingofthePalaisdeCrystal。ButwhatonearthwasitIwanted?Yes,thenewspapers……Zossimovsaidhe'dreaditinthepapers。Haveyouthepapers？”heasked,goingintoaveryspaciousandpositivelycleanrestaurant,consistingofseveralrooms,whichwerehoweverratherempty。Twoorthreepeopleweredrinkingtea,andinaroomfurtherawayweresittingfourmendrinkingchampagne。
　　RaskolnikovfanciedthatZametovwasoneofthem,buthecouldnotbesureatthatdistance。“Whatifitis！”hethought。
　　“Willyouhavevodka？”askedthewaiter。
　　“Givemesometeaandbringmethepapers,theoldonesforthelastfivedaysandI'llgiveyousomething。“
　　“Yes,sir,here'sto-day's。Novodka？”
　　Theoldnewspapersandtheteawerebrought。Raskolnikovsatdownandbegantolookthroughthem。
　　“Oh,damn……thesearetheitemsofintelligence。Anaccidentonastaircase,spontaneouscombustionofashopkeeperfromalcohol,afireinPeski……afireinthePetersburgquarter……anotherfireinthePetersburgquarter……andanotherfireinthePetersburgquarter……
　　Ah,hereitis！”Hefoundatlastwhathewasseekingandbegantoreadit。Thelinesdancedbeforehiseyes,buthereaditallandbeganeagerlyseekinglateradditionsinthefollowingnumbers。Hishandsshookwithnervousimpatienceasheturnedthesheets。
　　Suddenlysomeonesatdownbesidehimathistable。Helookedup,itwastheheadclerkZametov,lookingjustthesame,withtheringsonhisfingersandthewatch-chain,withthecurly,blackhair,partedandpomaded,withthesmartwaistcoat,rathershabbycoatanddoubtfullinen。Hewasinagoodhumour,atleasthewassmilingverygailyandgood-humouredly。Hisdarkfacewasratherflushedfromthechampagnehehaddrunk。
　　“What,youhere？”hebeganinsurprise,speakingasthoughhe'dknownhimallhislife。“Why,Razumihintoldmeonlyyesterdayyouwereunconscious。Howstrange!AnddoyouknowI'vebeentoseeyou？”
　　Raskolnikovknewhewouldcomeuptohim。HelaidasidethepapersandturnedtoZametov。Therewasasmileonhislips,andanewshadeofirritableimpatiencewasapparentinthatsmile。
　　“Iknowyouhave,“heanswered。“I'veheardit。Youlookedformysock……AndyouknowRazumihinhaslosthishearttoyou?Hesaysyou'vebeenwithhimtoLuiseIvanovna's,youknowthewomanyoutriedtobefriend,forwhomyouwinkedtotheExplosiveLieutenantandhewouldnotunderstand。Doyouremember?Howcouldhefailtounderstand-itwasquiteclear,wasn'tit？”
　　“Whatahotheadheis！”
　　“Theexplosiveone？”
　　“No,yourfriendRazumihin。“
　　“Youmusthaveajollylife,Mr。Zametov;entrancefreetothemostagreeableplaces。Who'sbeenpouringchampagneintoyoujustnow？”
　　“We'vejustbeen……havingadrinktogether……Youtalkaboutpouringitintome！”
　　“Bywayofafee!Youprofitbyeverything！”Raskolnikovlaughed,“it'sallright,mydearboy,“headded,slappingZametovontheshoulder。“Iamnotspeakingfromtemper,butinafriendlyway,forsport,asthatworkmanofyourssaidwhenhewasscufflingwithDmitri,inthecaseoftheoldwoman……“
　　“Howdoyouknowaboutit？”
　　“PerhapsIknowmoreaboutitthanyoudo。“
　　“Howstrangeyouare……Iamsureyouarestillveryunwell。Yououghtn'ttohavecomeout。“
　　“Oh,doIseemstrangetoyou？”
　　“Yes。Whatareyoudoing,readingthepapers？”
　　“Yes。“
　　“There'salotaboutthefires。“
　　“No,Iamnotreadingaboutthefires。“HerehelookedmysteriouslyatZametov;hislipsweretwistedagaininamockingsmile。“No,Iamnotreadingaboutthefires,“hewenton,winkingatZametov。“Butconfessnow,mydearfellow,you'reawfullyanxioustoknowwhatIamreadingabout？”
　　“Iamnotintheleast。Mayn'tIaskaquestion?Whydoyoukeepon……？”
　　“Listen,youareamanofcultureandeducation？”
　　“Iwasinthesixthclassatthegymnasium,“saidZametovwithsomedignity。
　　“Sixthclass!Ah,mycocksparrow!Withyourpartingandyourrings-youareagentlemanoffortune。Foo,whatacharmingboy！”HereRaskolnikovbrokeintoanervouslaughrightinZametov'sface。Thelatterdrewback,moreamazedthanoffended。
　　“Foo,howstrangeyouare！”Zametovrepeatedveryseriously。“I
　　can'thelpthinkingyouarestilldelirious。“
　　“Iamdelirious?Youarefibbing,mycocksparrow!SoIamstrange?
　　Youfindmecurious,doyou？”
　　“Yes,curious。“
　　“ShallItellyouwhatIwasreadingabout,whatIwaslookingfor?SeewhatalotofpapersI'vemadethembringme。Suspicious,eh？”
　　“Well,whatisit？”
　　“Youprickupyourears？”
　　“Howdoyoumean-prickupmyears？”
　　“I'llexplainthatafterwards,butnow,myboy,Ideclaretoyou……no,better'Iconfess'……No,that'snotrighteither;'I
　　makeadepositionandyoutakeit。'IdeposethatIwasreading,thatIwaslookingandsearching……“hescreweduphiseyesandpaused。“Iwassearching-andcamehereonpurposetodoit-fornewsofthemurderoftheoldpawnbrokerwoman,“hearticulatedatlast,almostinawhisper,bringinghisfaceexceedinglyclosetothefaceofZametov。Zametovlookedathimsteadily,withoutmovingordrawinghisfaceaway。WhatstruckZametovafterwardsasthestrangestpartofitallwasthatsilencefollowedforexactlyaminute,andthattheygazedatoneanotherallthewhile。
　　“Whatifyouhavebeenreadingaboutit？”hecriedatlast,perplexedandimpatient。“That'snobusinessofmine!Whatofit？”
　　“Thesameoldwoman,“Raskolnikovwentoninthesamewhisper,notheedingZametov'sexplanation,“aboutwhomyouweretalkinginthepoliceoffice,youremember,whenIfainted。Well,doyouunderstandnow？”
　　“Whatdoyoumean?Understand……what？”Zametovbroughtout,almostalarmed。
　　Raskolnikov'ssetandearnestfacewassuddenlytransformed,andhesuddenlywentoffintothesamenervouslaughasbefore,asthoughutterlyunabletorestrainhimself。Andinoneflashherecalledwithextraordinaryvividnessofsensationamomentintherecentpast,thatmomentwhenhestoodwiththeaxebehindthedoor,whilethelatchtrembledandthemenoutsidesworeandshookit,andhehadasuddendesiretoshoutatthem,toswearatthem,toputouthistongueatthem,tomockthem,tolaugh,andlaugh,andlaugh!
　　“Youareeithermad,or……“beganZametov,andhebrokeoff,asthoughstunnedbytheideathathadsuddenlyflashedintohismind。
　　“Or?Orwhat?What?Come,tellme！”
　　“Nothing,“saidZametov,gettingangry,“it'sallnonsense！”
　　Bothweresilent。AfterhissuddenfitoflaughterRaskolnikovbecamesuddenlythoughtfulandmelancholy。Heputhiselbowonthetableandleanedhisheadonhishand。HeseemedtohavecompletelyforgottenZametov。Thesilencelastedforsometime。
　　“Whydon'tyoudrinkyourtea?It'sgettingcold,“saidZametov。
　　“What!Tea?Oh,yes……“Raskolnikovsippedtheglass,putamorselofbreadinhismouthand,suddenlylookingatZametov,seemedtoremembereverythingandpulledhimselftogether。Atthesamemomenthisfaceresumeditsoriginalmockingexpression。Hewentondrinkingtea。
　　“Therehavebeenagreatmanyofthesecrimeslately,“saidZametov。
　　“OnlytheotherdayIreadintheMoscowNewsthatawholegangoffalsecoinershadbeencaughtinMoscow。Itwasaregularsociety。
　　Theyusedtoforgetickets！”
　　“Oh,butitwasalongtimeago!Ireadaboutitamonthago,“
　　Raskolnikovansweredcalmly。“Soyouconsiderthemcriminals？”headdedsmiling。
　　“Ofcoursetheyarecriminals。“
　　“They?Theyarechildren,simpletons,notcriminals!Why,halfahundredpeoplemeetingforsuchanobject-whatanidea!Threewouldbetoomany,andthentheywanttohavemorefaithinoneotherthaninthemselves!Onehasonlytoblabinhiscupsanditallcollapses。Simpletons!Theyengageduntrustworthypeopletochangethenotes-whatathingtotrusttoacasualstranger!Well,letussupposethatthesesimpletonssucceedandeachmakesamillion,andwhatfollowsfortherestoftheirlives?Eachisdependentontheothersfortherestofhislife!Betterhangoneselfatonce!Andtheydidnotknowhowtochangethenoteseither;themanwhochangedthenotestookfivethousandroubles,andhishandstrembled。Hecountedthefirstfourthousand,butdidnotcountthefifththousand-hewasinsuchahurrytogetthemoneyintohispocketandrunaway。
　　Ofcourseherousedsuspicion。Andthewholethingcametoacrashthroughonefool!Isitpossible？”
　　“Thathishandstrembled？”observedZametov,“yes,that'squitepossible。ThatIfeelquitesureispossible。Sometimesonecan'tstandthings。“
　　“Can'tstandthat？”
　　“Why,couldyoustanditthen?No,Icouldn't。Forthesakeofahundredroublestofacesuchaterribleexperience!Togowithfalsenotesintoabankwhereit'stheirbusinesstospotthatsortofthing!No,Ishouldnothavethefacetodoit。Wouldyou？”
　　Raskolnikovhadanintensedesireagain“toputhistongueout。“
　　Shiverskeptrunningdownhisspine。
　　“Ishoulddoitquitedifferently,“Raskolnikovbegan。“ThisishowIwouldchangethenotes：I'dcountthefirstthousandthreeorfourtimesbackwardsandforwards,lookateverynoteandthenI'dsettothesecondthousand;I'dcountthathalfwaythroughandthenholdsomefiftyroublenotetothelight,thenturnit,thenholdittothelightagain-toseewhetheritwasagoodone?'Iamafraid,'I
　　wouldsay。'Arelationofminelosttwenty-fiveroublestheotherdaythroughafalsenote,'andthenI'dtellthemthewholestory。AndafterIbegancountingthethird,'no,excuseme,'Iwouldsay,'I
　　fancyImadeamistakeintheseventhhundredinthatsecondthousand,Iamnotsure。'AndsoIwouldgiveupthethirdthousandandgobacktothesecondandsoontotheend。AndwhenIhadfinished,I'dpickoutonefromthefifthandonefromthesecondthousandandtakethemagaintothelightandaskagain'changethem,please,'
　　andputtheclerkintosuchastewthathewouldnotknowhowtogetridofme。WhenI'dfinishedandhadgoneout,I'dcomeback,'No,excuseme,'andaskforsomeexplanation。That'showI'ddoit。“
　　“Foo,whatterriblethingsyousay！”saidZametov,laughing。“Butallthatisonlytalk。Idaresaywhenitcametodeedsyou'dmakeaslip。Ibelievethatevenapractised,desperatemancannotalwaysreckononhimself,muchlessyouandI。Totakeanexamplenearhome-thatoldwomanmurderedinourdistrict。Themurdererseemstohavebeenadesperatefellow,heriskedeverythinginopendaylight,wassavedbyamiracle-buthishandsshook,too。Hedidnotsucceedinrobbingtheplace,he'couldn'tstandit。Thatwasclearfromthe……“
　　Raskolnikovseemedoffended。
　　“Clear?Whydon'tyoucatchhimthen？”hecried,maliciouslygibingatZametov。
　　“Well,theywillcatchhim。“
　　“Who?You?Doyousupposeyoucouldcatchhim?You'veatoughjob!A
　　greatpointforyouiswhetheramanisspendingmoneyornot。Ifhehadnomoneyandsuddenlybeginsspending,hemustbetheman。Sothatanychildcanmisleadyou。“
　　“Thefactistheyalwaysdothat,though,“answeredZametov。“A
　　manwillcommitaclevermurderattheriskofhislifeandthenatoncehegoesdrinkinginatavern。Theyarecaughtspendingmoney,theyarenotallascunningasyouare。Youwouldn'tgotoatavern,ofcourse？”
　　RaskolnikovfrownedandlookedsteadilyatZametov。
　　“YouseemtoenjoythesubjectandwouldliketoknowhowIshouldbehaveinthatcase,too？”heaskedwithdispleasure。
　　“Ishouldliketo,“Zametovansweredfirmlyandseriously。
　　Somewhattoomuchearnestnessbegantoappearinhiswordsandlooks。
　　“Verymuch？”
　　“Verymuch！”
　　“Allrightthen。ThisishowIshouldbehave,“Raskolnikovbegan,againbringinghisfaceclosetoZametov's,againstaringathimandspeakinginawhisper,sothatthelatterpositivelyshuddered。
　　“ThisiswhatIshouldhavedone。Ishouldhavetakenthemoneyandjewels,Ishouldhavewalkedoutofthereandhavegonestraighttosomedesertedplacewithfencesrounditandscarcelyanyonetobeseen,somekitchengardenorplaceofthatsort。Ishouldhavelookedoutbeforehandsomestoneweighingahundredweightormorewhichhadbeenlyinginthecornerfromthetimethehousewasbuilt。Iwouldliftthatstone-therewouldbesuretobeahollowunderit,andIwouldputthejewelsandmoneyinthathole。ThenI'drollthestonebacksothatitwouldlookasbefore,wouldpressitdownwithmyfootandwalkaway。Andforayearortwo,threemaybe,Iwouldnottouchit。And,well,theycouldsearch!There'dbenotrace。“
　　“Youareamadman,“saidZametov,andforsomereasonhetoospokeinawhisper,andmovedawayfromRaskolnikov,whoseeyeswereglittering。Hehadturnedfearfullypaleandhisupperlipwastwitchingandquivering。HebentdownascloseaspossibletoZametov,andhislipsbegantomovewithoututteringaword。Thislastedforhalfaminute;heknewwhathewasdoing,butcouldnotrestrainhimself。Theterriblewordtrembledonhislips,likethelatchonthatdoor;inanothermomentitwillbreakout,inanothermomenthewillletitgo,hewillspeakout。
　　“AndwhatifitwasIwhomurderedtheoldwomanandLizaveta？”hesaidsuddenlyand-realisedwhathehaddone。
　　Zametovlookedwildlyathimandturnedwhiteasthetablecloth。Hisfaceworeacontortedsmile。
　　“Butisitpossible？”hebroughtoutfaintly。Raskolnikovlookedwrathfullyathim。
　　“Ownupthatyoubelievedit,yes,youdid？”
　　“Notabitofit,Ibelieveitlessthanevernow,“Zametovcriedhastily。
　　“I'vecaughtmycocksparrow!Soyoudidbelieveitbefore,ifnowyoubelievelessthanever？”
　　“Notatall,“criedZametov,obviouslyembarrassed。“Haveyoubeenfrighteningmesoastoleaduptothis？”
　　“Youdon'tbelieveitthen?WhatwereyoutalkingaboutbehindmybackwhenIwentoutofthepoliceoffice?AndwhydidtheExplosiveLieutenantquestionmeafterIfainted?Hey,there,“heshoutedtothewaiter,gettingupandtakinghiscap,“howmuch？”
　　“Thirtycopecks,“thelatterreplied,runningup。
　　“Andthereistwentycopecksforvodka。Seewhatalotofmoney！”heheldouthisshakinghandtoZametovwithnotesinit。“Rednotesandblue,twenty-fiveroubles。WheredidIgetthem?Andwheredidmynewclothescomefrom?YouknowIhadnotacopeck。You'vecross-examinedmylandlady,I'llbebound……Well,that'senough!
　　Assezcause!Tillwemeetagain！”
　　Hewentout,tremblingalloverfromasortofwildhystericalsensation,inwhichtherewasanelementofinsufferablerapture。
　　Yethewasgloomyandterriblytired。Hisfacewastwistedasafterafit。Hisfatigueincreasedrapidly。Anyshock,anyirritatingsensationstimulatedandrevivedhisenergiesatonce,buthisstrengthfailedasquicklywhenthestimuluswasremoved。
　　Zametov,leftalone,satforalongtimeinthesameplace,plungedinthought。Raskolnikovhadunwittinglyworkedarevolutioninhisbrainonacertainpointandhadmadeuphismindforhimconclusively。
　　“IlyaPetrovitchisablockhead,“hedecided。
　　RaskolnikovhadhardlyopenedthedooroftherestaurantwhenhestumbledagainstRazumihinonthesteps。Theydidnotseeeachothertilltheyalmostknockedagainsteachother。Foramomenttheystoodlookingeachotherupanddown。Razumihinwasgreatlyastounded,thenanger,realangergleamedfiercelyinhiseyes。
　　“Sohereyouare！”heshoutedatthetopofhisvoice-“youranawayfromyourbed!AndhereI'vebeenlookingforyouunderthesofa!Wewentuptothegarret。IalmostbeatNastasyaonyouraccount。Andhereheisafterall。Rodya!Whatisthemeaningofit?Tellmethewholetruth!Confess!Doyouhear？”
　　“ItmeansthatI'msicktodeathofyouallandIwanttobealone,“
　　Raskolnikovansweredcalmly。
　　“Alone?Whenyouarenotabletowalk,whenyourfaceisaswhiteasasheetandyouaregaspingforbreath!Idiot!……WhathaveyoubeendoinginthePalaisdeCrystal?Ownupatonce！”
　　“Letmego！”saidRaskolnikovandtriedtopasshim。ThiswastoomuchforRazumihin;hegrippedhimfirmlybytheshoulder。
　　“Letyougo?Youdaretellmetoletyougo?DoyouknowwhatI'lldowithyoudirectly?I'llpickyouup,tieyouupinabundle,carryyouhomeundermyarmandlockyouup！”
　　“Listen,Razumihin,“Raskolnikovbeganquietly,apparentlycalm-
　　“can'tyouseethatIdon'twantyourbenevolence?Astrangedesireyouhavetoshowerbenefitsonamanwho……cursesthem,whofeelsthemaburdeninfact!Whydidyouseekmeoutatthebeginningofmyillness?MaybeIwasverygladtodie。Didn'tItellyouplainlyenoughto-daythatyouweretorturingme,thatIwas……sickofyou!
　　Youseemtowanttotorturepeople!Iassureyouthatallthatisseriouslyhinderingmyrecovery,becauseit'scontinuallyirritatingme。YousawZossimovwentawayjustnowtoavoidirritatingme。Youleavemealonetoo,forgoodness'sake!Whatrighthaveyou,indeed,tokeepmebyforce?Don'tyouseethatIaminpossessionofallmyfacultiesnow?How,canIpersuadeyounottopersecutemewithyourkindness?Imaybeungrateful,Imaybemean,onlyletmebe,forGod'ssake,letmebe!Letmebe,letmebe！”
　　Hebegancalmly,gloatingbeforehandoverthevenomousphraseshewasabouttoutter,butfinished,pantingforbreath,inafrenzy,ashehadbeenwithLuzhin。
　　Razumihinstoodamoment,thoughtandlethishanddrop。
　　“Well,gotohellthen,“hesaidgentlyandthoughtfully。“Stay,“heroared,asRaskolnikovwasabouttomove。“Listentome。Letmetellyou,thatyouareallasetofbabbling,posingidiots!Ifyou'veanylittletroubleyoubroodoveritlikeahenoveranegg。Andyouareplagiaristseveninthat!Thereisn'tasignofindependentlifeinyou!Youaremadeofspermacetiointmentandyou'velymphinyourveinsinsteadofblood。Idon'tbelieveinanyoneofyou!Inanycircumstancesthefirstthingforallofyouistobeunlikeahumanbeing!Stop！”hecriedwithredoubledfury,noticingthatRaskolnikovwasagainmakingamovement-“hearmeout!YouknowI'mhavingahouse-warmingthisevening,Idaresaythey'vearrivedbynow,butIleftmyunclethere-Ijustranin-toreceivetheguests。Andifyouweren'tafool,acommonfool,aperfectfool,ifyouwereanoriginalinsteadofatranslation……yousee,Rodya,I
　　recogniseyou'reacleverfellow,butyou'reafool!-andifyouweren'tafoolyou'dcomeroundtomethiseveninginsteadofwearingoutyourbootsinthestreet!Sinceyouhavegoneout,there'snohelpforit!I'dgiveyouasnugeasychair,mylandladyhasone……
　　acupoftea,company……Oryoucouldlieonthesofa-anywayyouwouldbewithus……Zossimovwillbetheretoo。Willyoucome？”
　　“No。“
　　“R-rubbish！”Razumihinshouted,outofpatience。“Howdoyouknow?
　　Youcan'tanswerforyourself!Youdon'tknowanythingaboutit……
　　ThousandsoftimesI'vefoughttoothandnailwithpeopleandrunbacktothemafterwards……Onefeelsashamedandgoesbacktoaman!Soremember,Potchinkov'shouseonthethirdstorey……“
　　“Why,Mr。Razumihin,Idobelieveyou'dletanybodybeatyoufromsheerbenevolence。“
　　“Beat?Whom?Me?I'dtwisthisnoseoffatthemereidea!
　　Potchinkov'shouse,47,Babushkin'sflat……“
　　“Ishallnotcome,Razumihin。“Raskolnikovturnedandwalkedaway。
　　“Ibetyouwill,“Razumihinshoutedafterhim。“Irefusetoknowyouifyoudon't!Stay,hey,isZametovinthere？”
　　“Yes。“
　　“Didyouseehim？”
　　“Yes。“
　　“Talkedtohim？”
　　“Yes。“
　　“Whatabout?Confoundyou,don'ttellmethen。Potchinkov'shouse,47,Babushkin'sflat,remember！”
　　RaskolnikovwalkedonandturnedthecornerintoSadovyStreet。
　　Razumihinlookedafterhimthoughtfully。Thenwithawaveofhishandhewentintothehousebutstoppedshortofthestairs。
　　“Confoundit,“hewentonalmostaloud。“Hetalkedsensiblybutyet……Iamafool!Asifmadmendidn'ttalksensibly!AndthiswasjustwhatZossimovseemedafraidof。“Hestruckhisfingeronhisforehead。“Whatif……howcouldIlethimgooffalone?Hemaydrownhimself……Ach,whatablunder!Ican't。“AndheranbacktoovertakeRaskolnikov,buttherewasnotraceofhim。WithacursehereturnedwithrapidstepstothePalaisdeCrystaltoquestionZametov。
　　RaskolnikovwalkedstraighttoX__Bridge,stoodinthemiddle,andleaningbothelbowsontherailstaredintothedistance。OnpartingwithRazumihin,hefeltsomuchweakerthathecouldscarcelyreachthisplace。Helongedtositorliedownsomewhereinthestreet。Bendingoverthewater,hegazedmechanicallyatthelastpinkflushofthesunset,attherowofhousesgrowingdarkinthegatheringtwilight,atonedistantatticwindowontheleftbank,flashingasthoughonfireinthelastraysofthesettingsun,atthedarkeningwaterofthecanal,andthewaterseemedtocatchhisattention。Atlastredcirclesflashedbeforehiseyes,thehousesseemedmoving,thepassers-by,thecanalbanks,thecarriages,alldancedbeforehiseyes。Suddenlyhestarted,savedagainperhapsfromswooningbyanuncannyandhideoussight。Hebecameawareofsomeonestandingontherightsideofhim;helookedandsawatallwomanwithakerchiefonherhead,withalong,yellow,wastedfaceandredsunkeneyes。Shewaslookingstraightathim,butobviouslyshesawnothingandrecognizednoone。Suddenlysheleanedherrighthandontheparapet,liftedherrightlegovertherailing,thenherleftandthrewherselfintothecanal。Thefilthywaterpartedandswallowedupitsvictimforamoment,butaninstantlaterthedrowningwomanfloatedtothesurface,movingslowlywiththecurrent,herheadandlegsinthewater,herskirtinflatedlikeaballoonoverherback。
　　“Awomandrowning!Awomandrowning！”shouteddozensofvoices;
　　peopleranup,bothbankswerethrongedwithspectators,onthebridgepeoplecrowdedaboutRaskolnikov,pressingupbehindhim。
　　“Mercyonit!it'sourAfrosinya！”awomancriedtearfullycloseby。
　　“Mercy!saveher!kindpeople,pullherout！”
　　“Aboat,aboat“wasshoutedinthecrowd。Buttherewasnoneedofaboat;apolicemanrandownthestepstothecanal,threwoffhisgreatcoatandhisbootsandrushedintothewater。Itwaseasytoreachher;shefloatedwithinacoupleofyardsfromthesteps,hecaughtholdofherclotheswithhisrighthandandwithhisleftseizedapolewhichacomradeheldouttohim;thedrowningwomanwaspulledoutatonce。Theylaidheronthegranitepavementoftheembankment。Shesoonrecoveredconsciousness,raisedherhead,satupandbegansneezingandcoughing,stupidlywipingherwetdresswithherhands。Shesaidnothing。
　　“She'sdrunkherselfoutofhersenses,“thesamewoman'svoicewailedatherside。“Outofhersenses。Theotherdayshetriedtohangherself,wecutherdown。Iranouttotheshopjustnow,leftmylittlegirltolookafterher-andhereshe'sintroubleagain!A
　　neighbour,gentlemanneighbour,welivecloseby,thesecondhousefromtheend,seeyonder……“
　　Thecrowdbrokeup。Thepolicestillremainedroundthewoman,someonementionedthepolicestation……Raskolnikovlookedonwithastrangesensationofindifferenceandapathy。Hefeltdisgusted。
　　“No,that'sloathsome……water……it'snotgoodenough,“hemutteredtohimself。“Nothingwillcomeofit,“headded,“nousetowait。Whataboutthepoliceoffice……?Andwhyisn'tZametovatthepoliceoffice?Thepoliceofficeisopentillteno'clock……“Heturnedhisbacktotherailingandlookedabouthim。
　　“Verywellthen！”hesaidresolutely;hemovedfromthebridgeandwalkedinthedirectionofthepoliceoffice。Hisheartfelthollowandempty。Hedidnotwanttothink。Evenhisdepressionhadpassed,therewasnotatracenowoftheenergywithwhichhehadsetout“tomakeanendofitall。“Completeapathyhadsucceededtoit。
　　“Well,it'sawayoutofit,“hethought,walkingslowlyandlistlesslyalongthecanalbank。“AnywayI'llmakeanend,forI
　　wantto……Butisitawayout?Whatdoesitmatter!There'llbethesquareyardofspace-ha!Butwhatanend!Isitreallytheend?
　　ShallItellthemornot?Ah……damn!HowtiredIam!IfIcouldfindsomewheretositorliedownsoon!WhatIammostashamedofisitsbeingsostupid。ButIdon'tcareaboutthateither!Whatidioticideascomeintoone'shead。“
　　Toreachthepoliceofficehehadtogostraightforwardandtakethesecondturningtotheleft。Itwasonlyafewpacesaway。Butatthefirstturninghestoppedand,afteraminute'sthought,turnedintoasidestreetandwenttwostreetsoutofhisway,possiblywithoutanyobject,orpossiblytodelayaminuteandgaintime。Hewalked,lookingattheground;suddenlysomeoneseemedtowhisperinhisear;heliftedhisheadandsawthathewasstandingattheverygateofthehouse。Hehadnotpassedit,hehadnotbeennearitsincethatevening。Anoverwhelmingunaccountablepromptingdrewhimon。Hewentintothehouse,passedthroughthegateway,thenintothefirstentranceontheright,andbeganmountingthefamiliarstaircasetothefourthstorey。Thenarrow,steepstaircasewasverydark。Hestoppedateachlandingandlookedroundhimwithcuriosity;onthefirstlandingtheframeworkofthewindowhadbeentakenout。“Thatwasn'tsothen,“hethought。HerewastheflatonthesecondstoreywhereNikolayandDmitrihadbeenworking。“It'sshutupandthedoornewlypainted。Soit'stolet。“Thenthethirdstoreyandthefourth。“Here！”Hewasperplexedtofindthedooroftheflatwideopen。Therewerementhere,hecouldhearvoices;hehadnotexpectedthat。Afterbriefhesitationhemountedthelaststairsandwentintotheflat。It,too,wasbeingdoneup;therewereworkmeninit。Thisseemedtoamazehim;hesomehowfanciedthathewouldfindeverythingasheleftit,evenperhapsthecorpsesinthesameplacesonthefloor。Andnow,barewalls,nofurniture;itseemedstrange。Hewalkedtothewindowandsatdownonthewindowsill。
　　Thereweretwoworkmen,bothyoungfellows,butonemuchyoungerthantheother。Theywerepaperingthewallswithanewwhitepapercoveredwithlilacflowers,insteadoftheold,dirty,yellowone。
　　Raskolnikovforsomereasonfelthorriblyannoyedbythis。Helookedatthenewpaperwithdislike,asthoughhefeltsorrytohaveitallsochanged。Theworkmenhadobviouslystayedbeyondtheirtimeandnowtheywerehurriedlyrollinguptheirpaperandgettingreadytogohome。TheytooknonoticeofRaskolnikov'scomingin;theyweretalking。Raskolnikovfoldedhisarmsandlistened。
　　“Shecomestomeinthemorning,“saidtheeldertotheyounger,“veryearly,alldressedup。'Whyareyoupreeningandprinking?'saysI。'Iamreadytodoanythingtopleaseyou,TitVassilitch!'That'sawayofgoingon!Andshedresseduplikearegularfashionbook！”
　　“Andwhatisafashionbook？”theyoungeroneasked。Heobviouslyregardedtheotherasanauthority。
　　“Afashionbookisalotofpictures,coloured,andtheycometothetailorshereeverySaturday,bypostfromabroad,toshowfolkshowtodress,themalesexaswellasthefemale。They'repictures。Thegentlemenaregenerallywearingfurcoatsandfortheladies'
　　fluffles,they'rebeyondanythingyoucanfancy。“
　　“There'snothingyoucan'tfindinPetersburg,“theyoungercriedenthusiastically,“exceptfatherandmother,there'severything！”
　　“Exceptthem,there'severythingtobefound,myboy,“theelderdeclaredsententiously。
　　Raskolnikovgotupandwalkedintotheotherroomwherethestrongbox,thebed,andthechestofdrawershadbeen;theroomseemedtohimverytinywithoutfurnitureinit。Thepaperwasthesame;thepaperinthecornershowedwherethecaseofikonshadstood。Helookedatitandwenttothewindow。Theelderworkmanlookedathimaskance。
　　“Whatdoyouwant？”heaskedsuddenly。
　　InsteadofansweringRaskolnikovwentintothepassageandpulledthebell。Thesamebell,thesamecrackednote。Herangitasecondandathirdtime;helistenedandremembered。Thehideousandagonisinglyfearfulsensationhehadfeltthenbegantocomebackmoreandmorevividly。Heshudderedateveryringanditgavehimmoreandmoresatisfaction。
　　“Well,whatdoyouwant?Whoareyou？”theworkmanshouted,goingouttohim。Raskolnikovwentinsideagain。
　　“Iwanttotakeaflat,“hesaid。“Iamlookinground。“
　　“It'snotthetimetolookatroomsatnight!andyououghttocomeupwiththeporter。“
　　“Thefloorshavebeenwashed,willtheybepainted？”Raskolnikovwenton。“Istherenoblood？”
　　“Whatblood？”
　　“Why,theoldwomanandhersisterweremurderedhere。Therewasaperfectpoolthere。“
　　“Butwhoareyou？”theworkmancried,uneasy。
　　“WhoamI？”
　　“Yes。“
　　“Youwanttoknow?Cometothepolicestation,I'lltellyou。“
　　Theworkmenlookedathiminamazement。
　　“It'stimeforustogo,wearelate。Comealong,Alyoshka。Wemustlockup,“saidtheelderworkman。
　　“Verywell,comealong,“saidRaskolnikovindifferently,andgoingoutfirst,hewentslowlydownstairs。“Hey,porter,“hecriedinthegateway。
　　Attheentranceseveralpeoplewerestanding,staringatthepassers-by;thetwoporters,apeasantwoman,amaninalongcoatandafewothers。Raskolnikovwentstraightuptothem。
　　“Whatdoyouwant？”askedoneoftheporters。
　　“Haveyoubeentothepoliceoffice？”
　　“I'vejustbeenthere。Whatdoyouwant？”
　　“Isitopen？”
　　“Ofcourse。“
　　“Istheassistantthere？”
　　“Hewasthereforatime。Whatdoyouwant？”
　　Raskolnikovmadenoreply,butstoodbesidethemlostinthought。
　　“He'sbeentolookattheflat,“saidtheelderworkman,comingforward。
　　“Whichflat？”
　　“Whereweareatwork。'Whyhaveyouwashedawaytheblood?'sayshe。'Therehasbeenamurderhere,'sayshe,'andI'vecometotakeit。'Andhebeganringingatthebell,allbutbrokeit。'Cometothepolicestation,'sayshe。'I'lltellyoueverythingthere。'Hewouldn'tleaveus。“
　　TheporterlookedatRaskolnikov,frowningandperplexed。
　　“Whoareyou？”heshoutedasimpressivelyashecould。
　　“IamRodionRomanovitchRaskolnikov,formerlyastudent,IliveinShil'shouse,notfarfromhere,flatNumber14,asktheporter,heknowsme。“Raskolnikovsaidallthisinalazy,dreamyvoice,notturninground,butlookingintentlyintothedarkeningstreet。
　　“Whyhaveyoubeentotheflat？”
　　“Tolookatit。“
　　“Whatistheretolookat？”
　　“Takehimstraighttothepolicestation,“themaninthelongcoatjerkedinabruptly。
　　Raskolnikovlookedintentlyathimoverhisshoulderandsaidinthesameslow,lazytone：
　　“Comealong。“
　　“Yes,takehim,“themanwentonmoreconfidently。“Whywashegoingintothat,what'sinhismind,eh？”
　　“He'snotdrunk,butGodknowswhat'sthematterwithhim,“mutteredtheworkman。
　　“Butwhatdoyouwant？”theportershoutedagain,beginningtogetangryinearnest-“Whyareyouhangingabout？”
　　“Youfunkthepolicestationthen？”saidRaskolnikovjeeringly。
　　“Howfunkit?Whyareyouhangingabout？”
　　“He'sarogue！”shoutedthepeasantwoman。
　　“Whywastetimetalkingtohim？”criedtheotherporter,ahugepeasantinafullopencoatandwithkeysonhisbelt。“Getalong!
　　Heisarogueandnomistake。Getalong！”
　　AndseizingRaskolnikovbytheshoulderheflunghimintothestreet。Helurchedforward,butrecoveredhisfooting,lookedatthespectatorsinsilenceandwalkedaway。
　　“Strangeman！”observedtheworkman。
　　“Therearestrangefolksaboutnowadays,“saidthewoman。
　　“Youshouldhavetakenhimtothepolicestationallthesame,“saidthemaninthelongcoat。
　　“Betterhavenothingtodowithhim,“decidedthebigporter。“A
　　regularrogue!Justwhathewants,youmaybesure,butoncetakehimup,youwon'tgetridofhim……Weknowthesort！”
　　“ShallIgothereornot？”thoughtRaskolnikov,standinginthemiddleofthethoroughfareatthecrossroads,andhelookedabouthim,asthoughexpectingfromsomeoneadecisiveword。Butnosoundcame,allwasdeadandsilentlikethestonesonwhichhewalked,deadtohim,tohimalone……Allatonceattheendofthestreet,twohundredyardsaway,inthegatheringduskhesawacrowdandheardtalkandshouts。Inthemiddleofthecrowdstoodacarriage……A
　　lightgleamedinthemiddleofthestreet。“Whatisit？”Raskolnikovturnedtotherightandwentuptothecrowd。Heseemedtoclutchateverythingandsmiledcoldlywhenherecognisedit,forhehadfullymadeuphismindtogotothepolicestationandknewthatitwouldallsoonbeover。
　　ChapterSevenANELEGANTcarriagestoodinthemiddleoftheroadwithapairofspiritedgreyhorses;therewasnooneinit,andthecoachmanhadgotoffhisboxandstoodby;thehorseswerebeingheldbythebridle……Amassofpeoplehadgatheredround,thepolicestandinginfront。Oneofthemheldalightedlanternwhichhewasturningonsomethinglyingclosetothewheels。Everyonewastalking,shouting,exclaiming;thecoachmanseemedatalossandkeptrepeating：
　　“Whatamisfortune!GoodLord,whatamisfortune！”
　　Raskolnikovpushedhiswayinasfarashecould,andsucceededatlastinseeingtheobjectofthecommotionandinterest。Onthegroundamanwhohadbeenrunoverlayapparentlyunconscious,andcoveredwithblood;hewasverybadlydressed,butnotlikeaworkman。Bloodwasflowingfromhisheadandface;hisfacewascrushed,mutilatedanddisfigured。Hewasevidentlybadlyinjured。
　　“Mercifulheaven！”wailedthecoachman,“whatmorecouldIdo?IfI'dbeendrivingfastorhadnotshoutedtohim,butIwasgoingquietly,notinahurry。EveryonecouldseeIwasgoingalongjustlikeeverybodyelse。Adrunkenmancan'twalkstraight,weallknow……Isawhimcrossingthestreet,staggeringandalmostfalling。
　　Ishoutedagainandasecondandathirdtime,thenIheldthehorsesin,buthefellstraightundertheirfeet!Eitherhediditonpurposeorhewasverytipsy……Thehorsesareyoungandreadytotakefright……theystarted,hescreamed……thatmadethemworse。
　　That'showithappened！”
　　“That'sjusthowitwas,“avoiceinthecrowdconfirmed。
　　“Heshouted,that'strue,heshoutedthreetimes,“anothervoicedeclared。
　　“Threetimesitwas,weallheardit,“shoutedathird。
　　Butthecoachmanwasnotverymuchdistressedandfrightened。Itwasevidentthatthecarriagebelongedtoarichandimportantpersonwhowasawaitingitsomewhere;thepolice,ofcourse,wereinnolittleanxietytoavoidupsettinghisarrangements。Alltheyhadtodowastotaketheinjuredmantothepolicestationandthehospital。Nooneknewhisname。
　　MeanwhileRaskolnikovhadsqueezedinandstoopedcloseroverhim。
　　Thelanternsuddenlylighteduptheunfortunateman'sface。Herecognisedhim。
　　“Iknowhim!Iknowhim！”heshouted,pushingtothefront。“It'sagovernmentclerkretiredfromtheservice,Marmeladov。HelivesclosebyinKozel'shouse……Makehasteforadoctor!Iwillpay,see。“Hepulledmoneyoutofhispocketandshowedittothepoliceman。Hewasinviolentagitation。
　　Thepoliceweregladthattheyhadfoundoutwhothemanwas。
　　Raskolnikovgavehisownnameandaddress,and,asearnestlyasifithadbeenhisfather,hebesoughtthepolicetocarrytheunconsciousMarmeladovtohislodgingatonce。
　　“Justhere,threehousesaway,“hesaideagerly,“thehousebelongstoKozel,arichGerman。Hewasgoinghome,nodoubtdrunk。
　　Iknowhim,heisadrunkard。Hehasafamilythere,awife,children,hehasonedaughter……Itwilltaketimetotakehimtothehospital,andthereissuretobeadoctorinthehouse。I'llpay,I'llpay!
　　Atleasthewillbelookedafterathome……theywillhelphimatonce。Buthe'lldiebeforeyougethimtothehospital。“Hemanagedtoslipsomethingunseenintothepoliceman'shand。Butthethingwasstraightforwardandlegitimate,andinanycasehelpwascloserhere。Theyraisedtheinjuredman;peoplevolunteeredtohelp。
　　Kozel'shousewasthirtyyardsaway。Raskolnikovwalkedbehind,carefullyholdingMarmeladov'sheadandshowingtheway。
　　“Thisway,thisway!Wemusttakehimupstairsheadforemost。Turnround!I'llpay,I'llmakeitworthyourwhile,“hemuttered。
　　KaterinaIvanovnahadjustbegun,asshealwaysdidateveryfreemoment,walkingtoandfroinherlittleroomfromwindowtostoveandbackagain,withherarmsfoldedacrossherchest,talkingtoherselfandcoughing。Oflateshehadbeguntotalkmorethanevertohereldestgirl,Polenka,achildoften,who,thoughtherewasmuchshedidnotunderstand,understoodverywellthathermotherneededher,andsoalwayswatchedherwithherbigclevereyesandstroveherutmosttoappeartounderstand。ThistimePolenkawasundressingherlittlebrother,whohadbeenunwellalldayandwasgoingtobed。Theboywaswaitingforhertotakeoffhisshirt,whichhadtobewashedatnight。Hewassittingstraightandmotionlessonachair,withasilent,seriousface,withhislegsstretchedoutstraightbeforehim-heelstogetherandtoesturnedout。
　　Hewaslisteningtowhathismotherwassayingtohissister,sittingperfectlystillwithpoutinglipsandwide-openeyes,justasallgoodlittleboyshavetositwhentheyareundressedtogotobed。Alittlegirl,stillyounger,dressedliterallyinrags,stoodatthescreen,waitingforherturn。Thedoorontothestairswasopentorelievethemalittlefromthecloudsoftobaccosmokewhichfloatedinfromtheotherroomsandbroughtonlongterriblefitsofcoughinginthepoor,consumptivewoman。KaterinaIvanovnaseemedtohavegrowneventhinnerduringthatweekandthehecticflushonherfacewasbrighterthanever。
　　“Youwouldn'tbelieve,youcan'timagine,Polenka,“shesaid,walkingabouttheroom,“whatahappyluxuriouslifewehadinmypapa'shouseandhowthisdrunkardhasbroughtme,andwillbringyouall,toruin!Papawasacivilcolonelandonlyastepfrombeingagovernor;sothateveryonewhocametoseehimsaid,'Welookuponyou,IvanMihailovitch,asourgovernor!'WhenI……when……“
　　shecoughedviolently,“oh,cursedlife,“shecried,clearingherthroatandpressingherhandstoherbreast,“whenI……whenatthelastball……atthemarshal's……PrincessBezzemelnysawme-whogavemetheblessingwhenyourfatherandIweremarried,Polenka-sheaskedatonce'Isn'tthattheprettygirlwhodoncedtheshawldanceatthebreakingup?'Youmustmendthattear,youmusttakeyourneedleanddarnitasIshowedyou,orto-morrow-cough,cough,cough-
　　hewillmaketheholebigger,“shearticulatedwitheffort。“PrinceSchegolskoy,akammerjunker,hadjustcomefromPetersburgthen……
　　hedancedthemazurkawithmeandwantedtomakemeanoffernextday;
　　butIthankedhiminflatteringexpressionsandtoldhimthatmyhearthadlongbeenanother's。Thatotherwasyourfather,Polya;papawasfearfullyangry……Isthewaterready?Givemetheshirt,andthestockings!Lida,“saidshetotheyoungestone,“youmustmanagewithoutyourchemiseto-night……andlayyourstockingsoutwithit……
　　I'llwashthemtogether……Howisitthatdrunkenvagabonddoesn'tcomein?Hehaswornhisshirttillitlookslikeadishclout,hehastornittorags!I'ddoitalltogether,soasnottohavetoworktwonightsrunning!Oh,dear!Cough,cough,cough,cough!Again!
　　What'sthis？”shecried,noticingacrowdinthepassageandthemenwhowerepushingintoherroom,carryingaburden。“Whatisit?Whataretheybringing?Mercyonus！”
　　“Wherearewetoputhim？”askedthepoliceman,lookingroundwhenMarmeladov,unconsciousandcoveredwithblood,hadbeencarriedin。
　　“Onthesofa!Puthimstraightonthesofa,withhisheadthisway,“
　　Raskolnikovshowedhim。
　　“Runoverintheroad!Drunk！”someoneshoutedinthepassage。
　　KaterinaIvanovnastood,turningwhiteandgaspingforbreath。Thechildrenwereterrified。LittleLidascreamed,rushedtoPolenkaandclutchedather,tremblingallover。
　　HavinglaidMarmeladovdown,RaskolnikovflewtoKaterinaIvanovna。
　　“ForGod'ssakebecalm,don'tbefrightened！”hesaid,speakingquickly,“hewascrossingtheroadandwasrunoverbyacarriage,don'tbefrightened,hewillcometo,Itoldthembringhimhere……
　　I'vebeenherealready,youremember?Hewillcometo;I'llpay！”
　　“He'sdoneitthistime！”KaterinaIvanovnacrieddespairinglyandsherushedtoherhusband。
　　Raskolnikovnoticedatoncethatshewasnotoneofthosewomenwhoswooneasily。Sheinstantlyplacedunderthelucklessman'sheadapillow,whichnoonehadthoughtofandbeganundressingandexamininghim。Shekeptherhead,forgettingherself,bitinghertremblinglipsandstiflingthescreamswhichwerereadytobreakfromher。
　　Raskolnikovmeanwhileinducedsomeonetorunforadoctor。Therewasadoctor,itappeared,nextdoorbutone。
　　“I'vesentforadoctor,“hekeptassuringKaterinaIvanovna,“don'tbeuneasy,I'llpay。Haven'tyouwater?……andgivemeanapkinoratowel,anything,asquickasyoucan……Heisinjured,butnotkilled,believeme……Weshallseewhatthedoctorsays！”
　　KaterinaIvanovnarantothewindow;there,onabrokenchairinthecorner,alargeearthenwarebasinfullofwaterhadbeenstood,inreadinessforwashingherchildren'sandhusband'slinenthatnight。
　　ThiswashingwasdonebyKaterinaIvanovnaatnightatleasttwiceaweek,ifnotoftener。Forthefamilyhadcometosuchapassthattheywerepracticallywithoutchangeoflinen,andKaterinaIvanovnacouldnotendureuncleanlinessand,ratherthanseedirtinthehouse,shepreferredtowearherselfoutatnight,workingbeyondherstrengthwhentherestwereasleep,soastogetthewetlinenhungonalineanddrybythemorning。ShetookupthebasinofwateratRaskolnikov'srequest,butalmostfelldownwithherburden。Butthelatterhadalreadysucceededinfindingatowel,wetteditandbegunwashingthebloodoffMarmeladov'sface。
　　KaterinaIvanovnastoodby,breathingpainfullyandpressingherhandstoherbreast。Shewasinneedofattentionherself。Raskolnikovbegantorealisethathemighthavemadeamistakeinhavingtheinjuredmanbroughthere。Thepoliceman,too,stoodinhesitation。
　　“Polenka,“criedKaterinaIvanovna,“runtoSonia,makehaste。Ifyoudon'tfindherathome,leavewordthatherfatherhasbeenrunoverandthatsheistocomehereatonce……whenshecomesin。Run,Polenka!there,putontheshawl。“
　　“Runyourfastest！”criedthelittleboyonthechairsuddenly,afterwhichherelapsedintothesamedumbrigidity,withroundeyes,hisheelsthrustforwardandhistoesspreadout。
　　Meanwhiletheroomhadbecomesofullofpeoplethatyoucouldn'thavedroppedapin。Thepolicemenleft,allexceptone,whoremainedforatime,tryingtodriveoutthepeoplewhocameinfromthestairs。AlmostallMadameLippevechsel'slodgershadstreamedinfromtheinnerroomsoftheflat;atfirsttheyweresqueezedtogetherinthedoorway,butafterwardstheyoverflowedintotheroom。KaterinaIvanovnaflewintoafury。
　　“Youmightlethimdieinpeace,atleast,“sheshoutedatthecrowd,“isitaspectacleforyoutogapeat?Withcigarettes!Cough,cough,cough!Youmightaswellkeepyourhatson……Andthereisoneinhishat!……Getaway!Youshouldrespectthedead,atleast！”
　　Hercoughchokedher-butherreproacheswerenotwithoutresult。
　　TheyevidentlystoodinsomeaweofKaterinaIvanovna。Thelodgers,oneafteranother,squeezedbackintothedoorwaywiththatstrangeinnerfeelingofsatisfactionwhichmaybeobservedinthepresenceofasuddenaccident,eveninthosenearestanddearesttothevictim,fromwhichnolivingmanisexempt,eveninspiteofthesincerestsympathyandcompassion。
　　Voicesoutsidewereheard,however,speakingofthehospitalandsayingthatthey'dnobusinesstomakeadisturbancehere。
　　“Nobusinesstodie！”criedKaterinaIvanovna,andshewasrushingtothedoortoventherwrathuponthem,butinthedoorwaycamefacetofacewithMadameLippevechselwhohadonlyjustheardoftheaccidentandranintorestoreorder。ShewasaparticularlyquarrelsomeandirresponsibleGerman。
　　“Ah,myGod！”shecried,claspingherhands,“yourhusbanddrunkenhorseshavetrampled!Tothehospitalwithhim!Iamthelandlady！”
　　“AmaliaLudwigovna,Ibegyoutorecollectwhatyouaresaying,“
　　KaterinaIvanovnabeganhaughtilyshealwaystookahaughtytonewiththelandladythatshemight“rememberherplace“andevennowcouldnotdenyherselfthissatisfaction。“AmaliaLudwigovna……“
　　“IhaveyouoncebeforetoldthatyoutocallmeAmaliaLudwigovnamaynotdare;IamAmaliaIvanovna。“
　　“YouarenotAmaliaIvanovna,butAmaliaLudwigovna,andasIamnotoneofyourdespicableflattererslikeMr。Lebeziatnikov,who'slaughingbehindthedooratthismomentalaughandacryof'theyareatitagain'wasinfactaudibleatthedoorsoIshallalwayscallyouAmaliaLudwigovna,thoughIfailtounderstandwhyyoudislikethatname。YoucanseeforyourselfwhathashappenedtoSemyonZaharovitch;heisdying。Ibegyoutoclosethatdooratonceandtoadmitnoone。Lethimatleastdieinpeace!OrIwarnyoutheGovernor-General,himself,shallbeinformedofyourconductto-morrow。Theprinceknewmeasagirl;heremembersSemyonZaharovitchwellandhasoftenbeenabenefactortohim。EveryoneknowsthatSemyonZaharovitchhadmanyfriendsandprotectors,whomheabandonedhimselffromanhonourablepride,knowinghisunhappyweakness,butnowshepointedtoRaskolnikovagenerousyoungmanhascometoourassistance,whohaswealthandconnectionsandwhomSemyonZaharovitchhasknownfromachild。Youmayrestassured,AmaliaLudwigovna……“
　　Allthiswasutteredwithextremerapidity,gettingquickerandquicker,butacoughsuddenlycutshortKaterinaIvanovna'seloquence。
　　Atthatinstantthedyingmanrecoveredconsciousnessandutteredagroan;sherantohim。TheinjuredmanopenedhiseyesandwithoutrecognitionorunderstandinggazedatRaskolnikovwhowasbendingoverhim。Hedrewdeep,slow,painfulbreaths;bloodoozedatthecornersofhismouthanddropsofperspirationcameoutonhisforehead。NotrecognisingRaskolnikov,hebeganlookingrounduneasily。KaterinaIvanovnalookedathimwithasadbutsternface,andtearstrickledfromhereyes。
　　“MyGod!Hiswholechestiscrushed!Howheisbleeding,“shesaidindespair。“Wemusttakeoffhisclothes。Turnalittle,SemyonZaharovitch,ifyoucan,“shecriedtohim。
　　Marmeladovrecognisedher。
　　“Apriest,“hearticulatedhuskily。
　　KaterinaIvanovnawalkedtothewindow,laidherheadagainstthewindowframeandexclaimedindespair：
　　“Oh,cursedlife！”
　　“Apriest,“thedyingmansaidagainafteramoment'ssilence。
　　“They'vegoneforhim,“KaterinaIvanovnashoutedtohim,heobeyedhershoutandwassilent。Withsadandtimideyeshelookedforher;shereturnedandstoodbyhispillow。Heseemedalittleeasierbutnotforlong。
　　SoonhiseyesrestedonlittleLida,hisfavourite,whowasshakinginthecorner,asthoughshewereinafit,andstaringathimwithherwonderingchildisheyes。
　　“A-ah,“hesignedtowardsheruneasily。Hewantedtosaysomething。
　　“Whatnow？”criedKaterinaIvanovna。
　　“Barefoot,barefoot！”hemuttered,indicatingwithfrenziedeyesthechild'sbarefeet。
　　“Besilent,“KaterinaIvanovnacriedirritably,“youknowwhysheisbarefooted。“
　　“ThankGod,thedoctor,“exclaimedRaskolnikov,relieved。
　　Thedoctorcamein,apreciselittleoldman,aGerman,lookingabouthimmistrustfully;hewentuptothesickman,tookhispulse,carefullyfelthisheadandwiththehelpofKaterinaIvanovnaheunbuttonedtheblood-stainedshirt,andbaredtheinjuredman'schest。
　　Itwasgashed,crushedandfractured,severalribsontherightsidewerebroken。Ontheleftside,justovertheheart,wasalarge,sinister-lookingyellowish-blackbruise-acruelkickfromthehorse'shoof。Thedoctorfrowned。Thepolicemantoldhimthathewascaughtinthewheelandturnedroundwithitforthirtyyardsontheroad。
　　“It'swonderfulthathehasrecoveredconsciousness,“thedoctorwhisperedsoftlytoRaskolnikov。
　　“Whatdoyouthinkofhim？”heasked。
　　“Hewilldieimmediately。“
　　“Istherereallynohope？”
　　“Notthefaintest!Heisatthelastgasp……Hisheadisbadlyinjured,too……Him……Icouldbleedhimifyoulike,but……itwouldbeuseless。Heisboundtodiewithinthenextfiveortenminutes。“
　　“Betterbleedhimthen。“
　　“Ifyoulike……ButIwarnyouitwillbeperfectlyuseless。“
　　Atthatmomentotherstepswereheard;thecrowdinthepassageparted,andthepriest,alittle,greyoldman,appearedinthedoorwaybearingthesacrament。Apolicemanhadgoneforhimatthetimeoftheaccident。Thedoctorchangedplaceswithhim,exchangingglanceswithhim。Raskolnikovbeggedthedoctortoremainalittlewhile。Heshruggedhisshouldersandremained。
　　Allsteppedback。Theconfessionwassoonover。Thedyingmanprobablyunderstoodlittle;hecouldonlyutterindistinctbrokensounds。KaterinaIvanovnatooklittleLida,liftedtheboyfromthechair,kneltdowninthecornerbythestoveandmadethechildrenkneelinfrontofher。Thelittlegirlwasstilltrembling;buttheboy,kneelingonhislittlebareknees,liftedhishandrhythmically,crossinghimselfwithprecisionandboweddown,touchingthefloorwithhisforehead,whichseemedtoaffordhimespecialsatisfaction。KaterinaIvanovnabitherlipsandheldbackhertears;sheprayed,too,nowandthenpullingstraighttheboy'sshirt,andmanagedtocoverthegirl'sbareshoulderswithakerchief,whichshetookfromthechestwithoutrisingfromherkneesorceasingtopray。Meanwhilethedoorfromtheinnerroomswasopenedinquisitivelyagain。Inthepassagethecrowdofspectatorsfromalltheflatsonthestaircasegrewdenseranddenser,buttheydidnotventurebeyondthethreshold。Asinglecandle-endlightedupthescene。
　　AtthatmomentPolenkaforcedherwaythroughthecrowdatthedoor。
　　Shecameinpantingfromrunningsofast,tookoffherkerchief,lookedforhermother,wentuptoherandsaid,“She'scoming,Imetherinthestreet。“Hermothermadeherkneelbesideher。
　　Timidlyandnoiselesslyayounggirlmadeherwaythroughthecrowd,andstrangewasherappearanceinthatroom,inthemidstofwant,rags,deathanddespair。She,too,wasinrags,herattirewasallofthecheapest,butdeckedoutingutterfineryofaspecialstamp,unmistakablybetrayingitsshamefulpurpose。Soniastoppedshortinthedoorwayandlookedaboutherbewildered,unconsciousofeverything。Sheforgotherfourth-hand,gaudysilkdress,sounseemlyherewithitsridiculouslongtrain,andherimmensecrinolinethatfilledupthewholedoorway,andherlight-colouredshoes,andtheparasolshebroughtwithher,thoughitwasnouseatnight,andtheabsurdroundstrawhatwithitsflaringflame-colouredfeather。Underthisrakishly-tiltedhatwasapale,frightenedlittlefacewithlipspartedandeyesstaringinterror。
　　Soniawasasmallthingirlofeighteenwithfairhair,ratherpretty,withwonderfulblueeyes。Shelookedintentlyatthebedandthepriest;shetoowasoutofbreathwithrunning。Atlastwhispers,somewordsinthecrowdprobably,reachedher。Shelookeddownandtookastepforwardintotheroom,stillkeepingclosetothedoor。
　　Theservicewasover。KaterinaIvanovnawentuptoherhusbandagain。TheprieststeppedbackandturnedtosayafewwordsofadmonitionandconsolationtoKaterinaIvanovnaonleaving。
　　“WhatamItodowiththese？”sheinterruptedsharplyandirritably,pointingtothelittleones。
　　“Godismerciful;looktotheMostHighforsuccour,“thepriestbegan。
　　“Ach!Heismerciful,butnottous。“
　　“That'sasin,asin,madam,“observedthepriest,shakinghishead。
　　“Andisn'tthatasin？”criedKaterinaIvanovna,pointingtothedyingman。
　　“Perhapsthosewhohaveinvoluntarilycausedtheaccidentwillagreetocompensateyou,atleastforthelossofhisearnings。“
　　“Youdon'tunderstand！”criedKaterinaIvanovnaangrilywavingherhand。“Andwhyshouldtheycompensateme?Why,hewasdrunkandthrewhimselfunderthehorses!Whatearnings?Hebroughtusinnothingbutmisery。Hedrankeverythingaway,thedrunkard!Herobbedustogetdrink,hewastedtheirlivesandminefordrink!
　　AndthankGodhe'sdying!Onelesstokeep！”
　　“Youmustforgiveinthehourofdeath,that'sasin,madam,suchfeelingsareagreatsin。“
　　KaterinaIvanovnawasbusywiththedyingman;shewasgivinghimwater,wipingthebloodandsweatfromhishead,settinghispillowstraight,andhadonlyturnednowandthenforamomenttoaddressthepriest。Nowsheflewathimalmostinafrenzy。
　　“Ah,father!That'swordsandonlywords!Forgive!Ifhe'dnotbeenrunover,he'dhavecomehometo-daydrunkandhisonlyshirtdirtyandinragsandhe'dhavefallenasleeplikealog,andIshouldhavebeensousingandrinsingtilldaybreak,washinghisragsandthechildren'sandthendryingthembythewindowandassoonasitwasdaylightIshouldhavebeendarningthem。That'showIspendmynights!……What'stheuseoftalkingofforgiveness!Ihaveforgivenasitis！”
　　Aterriblehollowcoughinterruptedherwords。Sheputherhandkerchieftoherlipsandshowedittothepriest,pressingherotherhandtoherachingchest。Thehandkerchiefwascoveredwithblood。Thepriestbowedhisheadandsaidnothing。
　　Marmeladovwasinthelastagony;hedidnottakehiseyesoffthefaceofKaterinaIvanovna,whowasbendingoverhimagain。Hekepttryingtosaysomethingtoher;hebeganmovinghistonguewithdifficultyandarticulatingindistinctly,butKaterinaIvanovna,understandingthathewantedtoaskherforgiveness,calledperemptorilytohim：
　　“Besilent!Noneed!Iknowwhatyouwanttosay！”Andthesickmanwassilent,butatthesameinstanthiswanderingeyesstrayedtothedoorwayandhesawSonia。
　　Tillthenhehadnotnoticedher：shewasstandingintheshadowinacorner。
　　“Who'sthat?Who'sthat？”hesaidsuddenlyinathickgaspingvoice,inagitation,turninghiseyesinhorrortowardsthedoorwherehisdaughterwasstanding,andtryingtositup。
　　“Liedown!Liedo-own！”criedKaterinaIvanovna。
　　Withunnaturalstrengthhehadsucceededinproppinghimselfonhiselbow。Helookedwildlyandfixedlyforsometimeonhisdaughter,asthoughnotrecognisingher。Hehadneverseenherbeforeinsuchattire。Suddenlyherecognisedher,crushedandashamedinherhumiliationandgaudyfinery,meeklyawaitingherturntosaygood-byetoherdyingfather。Hisfaceshowedintensesuffering。
　　“Sonia!Daughter!Forgive！”hecried,andhetriedtoholdouthishandtoher,butlosinghisbalance,hefelloffthesofa,facedownwardsonthefloor。Theyrushedtopickhimup,theyputhimonthesofa;buthewasdying。Soniawithafaintcryranup,embracedhimandremainedsowithoutmoving。Hediedinherarms。
　　“He'sgotwhathewanted,“KaterinaIvanovnacried,seeingherhusband'sdeadbody。“Well,what'stobedonenow?HowamItoburyhim!WhatcanIgivethemto-morrowtoeat？”
　　RaskolnikovwentuptoKaterinaIvanovna。
　　“KaterinaIvanovna,“hebegan,“lastweekyourhusbandtoldmeallhislifeandcircumstances……Believeme,hespokeofyouwithpassionatereverence。Fromthatevening,whenIlearnthowdevotedhewastoyouallandhowhelovedandrespectedyouespecially,KaterinaIvanovna,inspiteofhisunfortunateweakness,fromthateveningwebecamefriends……Allowmenow……todosomething……torepaymydebttomydeadfriend。HerearetwentyroublesIthink-
　　andifthatcanbeofanyassistancetoyou,then……I……inshort,Iwillcomeagain,Iwillbesuretocomeagain……Ishall,perhaps,comeagainto-morrow……Good-bye！”
　　Andhewentquicklyoutoftheroom,squeezinghiswaythroughthecrowdtothestairs。ButinthecrowdhesuddenlyjostledagainstNikodimFomitch,whohadheardoftheaccidentandhadcometogiveinstructionsinperson。Theyhadnotmetsincethesceneatthepolicestation,butNikodimFomitchknewhiminstantly。
　　“Ah,isthatyou？”heaskedhim。
　　“He'sdead,“answeredRaskolnikov。“Thedoctorandthepriesthavebeen,allasitshouldhavebeen。Don'tworrythepoorwomantoomuch,sheisinconsumptionasitis。Tryandcheerherup,ifpossible……
　　youareakind-heartedman,Iknow……“headdedwithasmile,lookingstraightinhisface。
　　“Butyouarespatteredwithblood,“observedNikodimFomitch,noticinginthelamplightsomefreshstainsonRaskolnikov'swaistcoat。
　　“Yes……I'mcoveredwithblood,“Raskolnikovsaidwithapeculiarair;thenhesmiled,noddedandwentdownstairs。
　　Hewalkeddownslowlyanddeliberately,feverishbutnotconsciousofit,entirelyabsorbedinanewoverwhelmingsensationoflifeandstrengththatsurgedupsuddenlywithinhim。Thissensationmightbecomparedtothatofamancondemnedtodeathwhohassuddenlybeenpardoned。Halfwaydownthestaircasehewasovertakenbythepriestonhiswayhome;Raskolnikovlethimpass,exchangingasilentgreetingwithhim。Hewasjustdescendingthelaststepswhenheheardrapidfootstepsbehindhim。Someoneovertookhim;itwasPolenka。Shewasrunningafterhim,calling“Wait!wait！”
　　Heturnedround。Shewasatthebottomofthestaircaseandstoppedshortastepabovehim。Adimlightcameinfromtheyard。
　　Raskolnikovcoulddistinguishthechild'sthinbutprettylittleface,lookingathimwithabrightchildishsmile。Shehadrunafterhimwithamessagewhichshewasevidentlygladtogive。