Преступление и наказание

Chapter 2

           AllatonceRaskolnikovtrembled;herecognisedthevoiceitwasthevoiceofIlyaPetrovitch.IlyaPetrovitchhereandbeatingthelandlady!Heiskickingher,bangingherheadagainstthestepsthat’sclear,thatcanbetoldfromthesounds,fromthecriesandthethuds.Howisit,istheworldtopsy-turvy?Hecouldhearpeoplerunningincrowdsfromallthestoreysandallthestaircases;heheardvoices,exclamations,knocking,doorsbanging.“Butwhy,why,andhowcoulditbe?”herepeated,thinkingseriouslythathehadgonemad.Butno,heheardtoodistinctly!Andtheywouldcometohimthennext,“fornodoubt...it’sallaboutthat...aboutyesterday....GoodGod!”Hewouldhavefastenedhisdoorwiththelatch,buthecouldnotlifthishand...besides,itwouldbeuseless.Terrorgrippedhisheartlikeice,torturedhimandnumbedhim....Butatlastallthisuproar,aftercontinuingabouttenminutes,begangraduallytosubside.Thelandladywasmoaningandgroaning;IlyaPetrovitchwasstillutteringthreatsandcurses....Butatlasthe,too,seemedtobesilent,andnowhecouldnotbeheard.“Canhehavegoneaway?GoodLord!”Yes,andnowthelandladyisgoingtoo,stillweepingandmoaning...andthenherdoorslammed....Nowthecrowdwasgoingfromthestairstotheirrooms,exclaiming,disputing,callingtooneanother,raisingtheirvoicestoashout,droppingthemtoawhisper.Theremusthavebeennumbersofthemalmostalltheinmatesoftheblock.

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