Преступление и наказание

Chapter 6

           Butnowshequitegaveupalleffort,nowitwasagrin,abroadgrin;therewassomethingshameless,provocativeinthatquiteunchildishface;itwasdepravity,itwasthefaceofaharlot,theshamelessfaceofaFrenchharlot.Nowbotheyesopenedwide;theyturnedaglowing,shamelessglanceuponhim;theylaughed,invitedhim....Therewassomethinginfinitelyhideousandshockinginthatlaugh,inthoseeyes,insuchnastinessinthefaceofachild.“What,atfiveyearsold?”Svidrigaïlovmutteredingenuinehorror.“Whatdoesitmean?”Andnowsheturnedtohim,herlittlefaceallaglow,holdingoutherarms....“Accursedchild!”Svidrigaïlovcried,raisinghishandtostrikeher,butatthatmomenthewokeup.

           Hewasinthesamebed,stillwrappedintheblanket.Thecandlehadnotbeenlighted,anddaylightwasstreaminginatthewindows.

           “I’vehadnightmareallnight!”Hegotupangrily,feelingutterlyshattered;hisbonesached.Therewasathickmistoutsideandhecouldseenothing.Itwasnearlyfive.Hehadoverslepthimself!Hegotup,putonhisstilldampjacketandovercoat.Feelingtherevolverinhispocket,hetookitoutandthenhesatdown,tookanotebookoutofhispocketandinthemostconspicuousplaceonthetitlepagewroteafewlinesinlargeletters.Readingthemover,hesankintothoughtwithhiselbowsonthetable.Therevolverandthenotebooklaybesidehim.Someflieswokeupandsettledontheuntouchedveal,whichwasstillonthetable.

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