Преступление и наказание

Chapter 3

           itwouldbeofusethere....WhatelseshallItake?TheythinkIamill!Theydon’tknowthatIcanwalk,ha-ha-ha!Icouldseebytheireyesthattheyknowallaboutit!IfonlyIcouldgetdownstairs!Andwhatiftheyhavesetawatchtherepolicemen!What’sthistea?Ah,andhereisbeerleft,halfabottle,cold!”

           Hesnatchedupthebottle,whichstillcontainedaglassfulofbeer,andgulpeditdownwithrelish,asthoughquenchingaflameinhisbreast.Butinanotherminutethebeerhadgonetohishead,andafaintandevenpleasantshiverrandownhisspine.Helaydownandpulledthequiltoverhim.Hissickandincoherentthoughtsgrewmoreandmoredisconnected,andsoonalight,pleasantdrowsinesscameuponhim.Withasenseofcomforthenestledhisheadintothepillow,wrappedmorecloselyabouthimthesoft,waddedquiltwhichhadreplacedtheold,raggedgreatcoat,sighedsoftlyandsankintoadeep,sound,refreshingsleep.

           Hewokeup,hearingsomeonecomein.HeopenedhiseyesandsawRazumihinstandinginthedoorway,uncertainwhethertocomeinornot.Raskolnikovsatupquicklyonthesofaandgazedathim,asthoughtryingtorecallsomething.

           “Ah,youarenotasleep!HereIam!Nastasya,bringintheparcel!”Razumihinshouteddownthestairs.“Youshallhavetheaccountdirectly.”

           “Whattimeisit?”askedRaskolnikov,lookingrounduneasily.

           “Yes,youhadafinesleep,brother,it’salmostevening,itwillbesixo’clockdirectly.Youhavesleptmorethansixhours.

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