Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Hetookhiscapatlastandwentquietlyoutoftheroom.Hisideaswerealltangled.Hewentdreamilythroughthegateway.

           “Hereheishimself,”shoutedaloudvoice.

           Heraisedhishead.

           Theporterwasstandingatthedoorofhislittleroomandwaspointinghimouttoashortmanwholookedlikeanartisan,wearingalongcoatandawaistcoat,andlookingatadistanceremarkablylikeawoman.Hestooped,andhisheadinagreasycaphungforward.Fromhiswrinkledflabbyfacehelookedoverfifty;hislittleeyeswerelostinfatandtheylookedoutgrimly,sternlyanddiscontentedly.

           “Whatisit?”Raskolnikovasked,goinguptotheporter.

           Themanstolealookathimfromunderhisbrowsandhelookedathimattentively,deliberately;thenheturnedslowlyandwentoutofthegateintothestreetwithoutsayingaword.

           “Whatisit?”criedRaskolnikov.

           “Why,hetherewasaskingwhetherastudentlivedhere,mentionedyournameandwhomyoulodgedwith.Isawyoucomingandpointedyououtandhewentaway.It’sfunny.”

           Theportertooseemedratherpuzzled,butnotmuchso,andafterwonderingforamomentheturnedandwentbacktohisroom.

           Raskolnikovranafterthestranger,andatoncecaughtsightofhimwalkingalongtheothersideofthestreetwiththesameeven,deliberatestepwithhiseyesfixedontheground,asthoughinmeditation.Hesoonovertookhim,butforsometimewalkedbehindhim.Atlast,movingontoalevelwithhim,helookedathisface.

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