Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           

           “Ilovetohearsingingtoastreetorgan,”saidRaskolnikov,andhismannerseemedstrangelyoutofkeepingwiththesubject“Ilikeitoncold,dark,dampautumneveningstheymustbedampwhenallthepassers-byhavepalegreen,sicklyfaces,orbetterstillwhenwetsnowisfallingstraightdown,whenthere’snowindyouknowwhatImean?andthestreetlampsshinethroughit...”

           “Idon’tknow....Excuseme...”mutteredthestranger,frightenedbythequestionandRaskolnikov’sstrangemanner,andhecrossedovertotheothersideofthestreet.

           RaskolnikovwalkedstraightonandcameoutatthecorneroftheHayMarket,wherethehucksterandhiswifehadtalkedwithLizaveta;buttheywerenottherenow.Recognisingtheplace,hestopped,lookedroundandaddressedayoungfellowinaredshirtwhostoodgapingbeforeacornchandler’sshop.

           “Isn’tthereamanwhokeepsaboothwithhiswifeatthiscorner?”

           “Allsortsofpeoplekeepboothshere,”answeredtheyoungman,glancingsuperciliouslyatRaskolnikov.

           “What’shisname?”

           “Whathewaschristened.”

           “Aren’tyouaZaraïskyman,too?Whichprovince?”

           TheyoungmanlookedatRaskolnikovagain.

           “It’snotaprovince,yourexcellency,butadistrict.Graciouslyforgiveme,yourexcellency!”

           “Isthatatavernatthetopthere?”

           “Yes,it’saneating-houseandthere’sabilliard-roomandyou’llfindprincessestheretoo....La-la!”

           Raskolnikovcrossedthesquare.Inthatcornertherewasadensecrowdofpeasants.

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