Преступление и наказание

Chapter 4

           

           Soniawassilentalongwhile,asthoughshecouldnotanswer.Herweakchestkeptheavingwithemotion.

           “Besilent!Don’task!Youdon’tdeserve!”shecriedsuddenly,lookingsternlyandwrathfullyathim.

           “That’sit,that’sit,”herepeatedtohimself.

           “Hedoeseverything,”shewhisperedquickly,lookingdownagain.

           “That’sthewayout!That’stheexplanation,”hedecided,scrutinisingherwitheagercuriosity,withanew,strange,almostmorbidfeeling.Hegazedatthatpale,thin,irregular,angularlittleface,thosesoftblueeyes,whichcouldflashwithsuchfire,suchsternenergy,thatlittlebodystillshakingwithindignationandangeranditallseemedtohimmoreandmorestrange,almostimpossible.“Sheisareligiousmaniac!”herepeatedtohimself.

           Therewasabooklyingonthechestofdrawers.Hehadnoticediteverytimehepacedupanddowntheroom.Nowhetookitupandlookedatit.ItwastheNewTestamentintheRussiantranslation.Itwasboundinleather,oldandworn.

           “Wheredidyougetthat?”hecalledtoheracrosstheroom.

           Shewasstillstandinginthesameplace,threestepsfromthetable.

           “Itwasbroughtme,”sheanswered,asitwereunwillingly,notlookingathim.

           “Whobroughtit?”

           “Lizaveta,Iaskedherforit.”

           “Lizaveta!strange!”hethought.

           EverythingaboutSoniaseemedtohimstrangerandmorewonderfuleverymoment.Hecarriedthebooktothecandleandbegantoturnoverthepages.

           “WhereisthestoryofLazarus?”heaskedsuddenly.

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