Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Ah!theflatwasstandingwideopen,hehesitatedandwentin.Itwasverydarkandemptyinthepassage,asthougheverythinghadbeenremoved;hecreptontiptoeintotheparlourwhichwasfloodedwithmoonlight.Everythingtherewasasbefore,thechairs,thelooking-glass,theyellowsofaandthepicturesintheframes.Ahuge,round,copper-redmoonlookedinatthewindows.“It’sthemoonthatmakesitsostill,weavingsomemystery,”thoughtRaskolnikov.Hestoodandwaited,waitedalongwhile,andthemoresilentthemoonlight,themoreviolentlyhisheartbeat,tillitwaspainful.Andstillthesamehush.Suddenlyheheardamomentarysharpcracklikethesnappingofasplinterandallwasstillagain.Aflyflewupsuddenlyandstruckthewindowpanewithaplaintivebuzz.Atthatmomenthenoticedinthecornerbetweenthewindowandthelittlecupboardsomethinglikeacloakhangingonthewall.“Whyisthatcloakhere?”hethought,“itwasn’ttherebefore....”Hewentuptoitquietlyandfeltthattherewassomeonehidingbehindit.Hecautiouslymovedthecloakandsaw,sittingonachairinthecorner,theoldwomanbentdoublesothathecouldn’tseeherface;butitwasshe.Hestoodoverher.“Sheisafraid,”hethought.Hestealthilytooktheaxefromthenooseandstruckheroneblow,thenanotherontheskull.Butstrangetosayshedidnotstir,asthoughsheweremadeofwood.Hewasfrightened,bentdownnearerandtriedtolookather;butshe,too,bentherheadlower.

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