Преступление и наказание

Chapter 7

           Shewasatthebottomofthestaircaseandstoppedshortastepabovehim.Adimlightcameinfromtheyard.Raskolnikovcoulddistinguishthechild’sthinbutprettylittleface,lookingathimwithabrightchildishsmile.Shehadrunafterhimwithamessagewhichshewasevidentlygladtogive.

           “Tellme,whatisyourname?...andwheredoyoulive?”shesaidhurriedlyinabreathlessvoice.

           Helaidbothhandsonhershouldersandlookedatherwithasortofrapture.Itwassuchajoytohimtolookather,hecouldnothavesaidwhy.

           “Whosentyou?”

           “SisterSoniasentme,”answeredthegirl,smilingstillmorebrightly.

           “IknewitwassisterSoniasentyou.”

           “Mammasentme,too...whensisterSoniawassendingme,mammacameup,too,andsaid‘Runfast,Polenka.’”

           “DoyoulovesisterSonia?”

           “Ilovehermorethananyone,”Polenkaansweredwithapeculiarearnestness,andhersmilebecamegraver.

           “Andwillyouloveme?”

           Bywayofanswerhesawthelittlegirl’sfaceapproachinghim,herfulllipsnaïvelyheldouttokisshim.Suddenlyherarmsasthinassticksheldhimtightly,herheadrestedonhisshoulderandthelittlegirlweptsoftly,pressingherfaceagainsthim.

           “Iamsorryforfather,”shesaidamomentlater,raisinghertear-stainedfaceandbrushingawaythetearswithherhands.“It’snothingbutmisfortunesnow,”sheaddedsuddenlywiththatpeculiarlysedateairwhichchildrentryhardtoassumewhentheywanttospeaklikegrown-uppeople.

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