Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Nowdropsofrainflewinatthewindowfromthetreesandbushes;itwasdarkasinacellar,sothathecouldonlyjustmakeoutsomedarkblursofobjects.Svidrigaïlov,bendingdownwithelbowsonthewindow-sill,gazedforfiveminutesintothedarkness;theboomofacannon,followedbyasecondone,resoundedinthedarknessofthenight.“Ah,thesignal!Theriverisoverflowing,”hethought.“Bymorningitwillbeswirlingdownthestreetinthelowerparts,floodingthebasementsandcellars.Thecellarratswillswimout,andmenwillcurseintherainandwindastheydragtheirrubbishtotheirupperstoreys.Whattimeisitnow?”Andhehadhardlythoughtitwhen,somewherenear,aclockonthewall,tickingawayhurriedly,struckthree.

           “Aha!Itwillbelightinanhour!Whywait?I’llgooutatoncestraighttothepark.I’llchooseagreatbushtheredrenchedwithrain,sothatassoonasone’sshouldertouchesit,millionsofdropsdriponone’shead.”

           Hemovedawayfromthewindow,shutit,lightedthecandle,putonhiswaistcoat,hisovercoatandhishatandwentout,carryingthecandle,intothepassagetolookfortheraggedattendantwhowouldbeasleepsomewhereinthemidstofcandle-endsandallsortsofrubbish,topayhimfortheroomandleavethehotel.“It’sthebestminute;Icouldn’tchooseabetter.

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