Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Hewasnotmistaken:thehotelwassoconspicuousinthatGod-forsakenplacethathecouldnotfailtoseeiteveninthedark.Itwasalong,blackenedwoodenbuilding,andinspiteofthelatehourtherewerelightsinthewindowsandsignsoflifewithin.Hewentinandaskedaraggedfellowwhomethiminthecorridorforaroom.Thelatter,scanningSvidrigaïlov,pulledhimselftogetherandledhimatoncetoacloseandtinyroominthedistance,attheendofthecorridor,underthestairs.Therewasnoother,allwereoccupied.Theraggedfellowlookedinquiringly.

           “Istheretea?”askedSvidrigaïlov.

           “Yes,sir.”

           “Whatelseisthere?”

           “Veal,vodka,savouries.”

           “Bringmeteaandveal.”

           “Andyouwantnothingelse?”heaskedwithapparentsurprise.

           “Nothing,nothing.”

           Theraggedmanwentaway,completelydisillusioned.

           “Itmustbeaniceplace,”thoughtSvidrigaïlov.“HowwasitIdidn’tknowit?IexpectIlookasifIcamefromacaféchantantandhavehadsomeadventureontheway.Itwouldbeinterestingtoknowwhostayedhere?”

           Helightedthecandleandlookedattheroommorecarefully.Itwasaroomsolow-pitchedthatSvidrigaïlovcouldonlyjuststandupinit;ithadonewindow;thebed,whichwasverydirty,andtheplain-stainedchairandtablealmostfilleditup.Thewallslookedasthoughtheyweremadeofplanks,coveredwithshabbypaper,sotornanddustythatthepatternwasindistinguishable,thoughthegeneralcolouryellowcouldstillbemadeout.

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