Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Whatdoyouwant?”

           Raskolnikovmadenoreply,butstoodbesidethemlostinthought.

           “He’sbeentolookattheflat,”saidtheelderworkman,comingforward.

           “Whichflat?”

           “Whereweareatwork.‘Whyhaveyouwashedawaytheblood?’sayshe.‘Therehasbeenamurderhere,’sayshe,‘andI’vecometotakeit.’Andhebeganringingatthebell,allbutbrokeit.‘Cometothepolicestation,’sayshe.‘I’lltellyoueverythingthere.’Hewouldn’tleaveus.”

           TheporterlookedatRaskolnikov,frowningandperplexed.

           “Whoareyou?”heshoutedasimpressivelyashecould.

           “IamRodionRomanovitchRaskolnikov,formerlyastudent,IliveinShil’shouse,notfarfromhere,flatNumber14,asktheporter,heknowsme.”Raskolnikovsaidallthisinalazy,dreamyvoice,notturninground,butlookingintentlyintothedarkeningstreet.

           “Whyhaveyoubeentotheflat?”

           “Tolookatit.”

           “Whatistheretolookat?”

           “Takehimstraighttothepolicestation,”themaninthelongcoatjerkedinabruptly.

           Raskolnikovlookedintentlyathimoverhisshoulderandsaidinthesameslow,lazytones:

           “Comealong.”

           “Yes,takehim,”themanwentonmoreconfidently.“Whywashegoingintothat,what’sinhismind,eh?”

           “He’snotdrunk,butGodknowswhat’sthematterwithhim,”mutteredtheworkman.

           “Butwhatdoyouwant?”theportershoutedagain,beginningtogetangryinearnest“Whyareyouhangingabout?”

           “Youfunkthepolicestationthen?”saidRaskolnikovjeeringly.

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