Преступление и наказание

Chapter 3

           Shewasacountrypeasant-womanandaverytalkativeone.

           “PraskovyaPavlovnameanstocomplaintothepoliceaboutyou,”shesaid.

           Hescowled.

           “Tothepolice?Whatdoesshewant?”

           “Youdon’tpayhermoneyandyouwon’tturnoutoftheroom.That’swhatshewants,tobesure.”

           “Thedevil,that’sthelaststraw,”hemuttered,grindinghisteeth,“no,thatwouldnotsuitme...justnow.Sheisafool,”headdedaloud.“I’llgoandtalktoherto-day.”

           “Foolsheisandnomistake,justasIam.Butwhy,ifyouaresoclever,doyoulieherelikeasackandhavenothingtoshowforit?Onetimeyouusedtogoout,yousay,toteachchildren.Butwhyisityoudonothingnow?”

           “Iamdoing...”Raskolnikovbegansullenlyandreluctantly.

           “Whatareyoudoing?”

           “Work...”

           “Whatsortofwork?”

           “Iamthinking,”heansweredseriouslyafterapause.

           Nastasyawasovercomewithafitoflaughter.Shewasgiventolaughterandwhenanythingamusedher,shelaughedinaudibly,quiveringandshakingallovertillshefeltill.

           “Andhaveyoumademuchmoneybyyourthinking?”shemanagedtoarticulateatlast.

           “Onecan’tgoouttogivelessonswithoutboots.AndI’msickofit.”

           “Don’tquarrelwithyourbreadandbutter.”

           “Theypaysolittleforlessons.What’stheuseofafewcoppers?”heanswered,reluctantly,asthoughreplyingtohisownthought.

           “Andyouwanttogetafortuneallatonce?”

           Helookedatherstrangely.

           “Yes,Iwantafortune,”heansweredfirmly,afterabriefpause.

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