Преступление и наказание

Chapter 2

           Hecommittedthemurderandcouldn’ttakethemoney,andwhathedidmanagetosnatchuphehidunderastone.Itwasn’tenoughforhimtosufferagonybehindthedoorwhiletheybatteredatthedoorandrungthebell,no,hehadtogototheemptylodging,halfdelirious,torecallthebell-ringing,hewantedtofeelthecoldshiveroveragain....Well,thatwegrant,wasthroughillness,butconsiderthis:heisamurderer,butlooksuponhimselfasanhonestman,despisesothers,posesasinjuredinnocence.No,that’snottheworkofaNikolay,mydearRodionRomanovitch!”

           Allthathadbeensaidbeforehadsoundedsolikearecantationthatthesewordsweretoogreatashock.Raskolnikovshudderedasthoughhehadbeenstabbed.

           “Then...whothen...isthemurderer?”heaskedinabreathlessvoice,unabletorestrainhimself.

           PorfiryPetrovitchsankbackinhischair,asthoughhewereamazedatthequestion.

           “Whoisthemurderer?”herepeated,asthoughunabletobelievehisears.“Why,you,RodionRomanovitch!Youarethemurderer,”headded,almostinawhisper,inavoiceofgenuineconviction.

           Raskolnikovleaptfromthesofa,stoodupforafewsecondsandsatdownagainwithoututteringaword.Hisfacetwitchedconvulsively.

           “Yourlipistwitchingjustasitdidbefore,”PorfiryPetrovitchobservedalmostsympathetically.“You’vebeenmisunderstandingme,Ithink,RodionRomanovitch,”headdedafterabriefpause,“that’swhyyouaresosurprised.Icameonpurposetotellyoueverythinganddealopenlywithyou.

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