Преступление и наказание

Chapter 1

           Yes;theporterandNastasyawerestandingthere.

           Nastasyastaredathiminastrangeway.Heglancedwithadefiantanddesperateairattheporter,whowithoutawordheldoutagreyfoldedpapersealedwithbottle-wax.

           “Anoticefromtheoffice,”heannounced,ashegavehimthepaper.

           “Fromwhatoffice?”

           “Asummonstothepoliceoffice,ofcourse.Youknowwhichoffice.”

           “Tothepolice?...Whatfor?...”

           “HowcanItell?You’resentfor,soyougo.”

           Themanlookedathimattentively,lookedroundtheroomandturnedtogoaway.

           “He’sdownrightill!”observedNastasya,nottakinghereyesoffhim.Theporterturnedhisheadforamoment.“He’sbeeninafeversinceyesterday,”sheadded.

           Raskolnikovmadenoresponseandheldthepaperinhishands,withoutopeningit.“Don’tyougetupthen,”Nastasyawentoncompassionately,seeingthathewaslettinghisfeetdownfromthesofa.“You’reill,andsodon’tgo;there’snosuchhurry.Whathaveyougotthere?”

           Helooked;inhisrighthandheheldtheshredshehadcutfromhistrousers,thesock,andtheragsofthepocket.Sohehadbeenasleepwiththeminhishand.Afterwardsreflectinguponit,herememberedthathalfwakingupinhisfever,hehadgraspedallthistightlyinhishandandsofallenasleepagain.

           “Lookattheragshe’scollectedandsleepswiththem,asthoughhehasgotholdofatreasure...”

           AndNastasyawentoffintoherhystericalgiggle.

           Instantlyhethrustthemallunderhisgreatcoatandfixedhiseyesintentlyuponher.

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