Преступление и наказание

Chapter 2

           “But,goodGod,howcoulditbe!Andwhy,whyhadhecomehere!”

           Raskolnikovsankwornoutonthesofa,butcouldnotclosehiseyes.Helayforhalfanhourinsuchanguish,suchanintolerablesensationofinfiniteterrorashehadneverexperiencedbefore.Suddenlyabrightlightflashedintohisroom.Nastasyacameinwithacandleandaplateofsoup.Lookingathimcarefullyandascertainingthathewasnotasleep,shesetthecandleonthetableandbegantolayoutwhatshehadbroughtbread,salt,aplate,aspoon.

           “You’veeatennothingsinceyesterday,Iwarrant.You’vebeentrudgingaboutallday,andyou’reshakingwithfever.”

           “Nastasya...whatweretheybeatingthelandladyfor?”

           Shelookedintentlyathim.

           “Whobeatthelandlady?”

           “Justnow...halfanhourago,IlyaPetrovitch,theassistantsuperintendent,onthestairs....Whywasheill-treatingherlikethat,and...whywashehere?”

           Nastasyascrutinisedhim,silentandfrowning,andherscrutinylastedalongtime.Hefeltuneasy,evenfrightenedathersearchingeyes.

           “Nastasya,whydon’tyouspeak?”hesaidtimidlyatlastinaweakvoice.

           “It’stheblood,”sheansweredatlastsoftly,asthoughspeakingtoherself.

           “Blood?Whatblood?”hemuttered,growingwhiteandturningtowardsthewall.

           Nastasyastilllookedathimwithoutspeaking.

           “Nobodyhasbeenbeatingthelandlady,”shedeclaredatlastinafirm,resolutevoice.

           Hegazedather,hardlyabletobreathe.

           “Ihearditmyself....Iwasnotasleep..

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