Преступление и наказание

Chapter 7

           

           “Rodya,don’tbeangry,Idon’tdaretoquestionyou.IknowImustn’t.Onlysaytwowordstomeisitfarwhereyouaregoing?”

           “Veryfar.”

           “Whatisawaitingyouthere?Somepostorcareerforyou?”

           “WhatGodsends...onlyprayforme.”Raskolnikovwenttothedoor,butsheclutchedhimandgazeddespairinglyintohiseyes.Herfaceworkedwithterror.

           “Enough,mother,”saidRaskolnikov,deeplyregrettingthathehadcome.

           “Notforever,it’snotyetforever?You’llcome,you’llcometo-morrow?”

           “Iwill,Iwill,good-bye.”Hetorehimselfawayatlast.

           Itwasawarm,fresh,brightevening;ithadclearedupinthemorning.Raskolnikovwenttohislodgings;hemadehaste.Hewantedtofinishallbeforesunset.Hedidnotwanttomeetanyonetillthen.GoingupthestairshenoticedthatNastasyarushedfromthesamovartowatchhimintently.“Cananyonehavecometoseeme?”hewondered.HehadadisgustedvisionofPorfiry.ButopeninghisdoorhesawDounia.Shewassittingalone,plungedindeepthought,andlookedasthoughshehadbeenwaitingalongtime.Hestoppedshortinthedoorway.Sherosefromthesofaindismayandstoodupfacinghim.Hereyes,fixeduponhim,betrayedhorrorandinfinitegrief.Andfromthoseeyesalonehesawatoncethatsheknew.

           “AmItocomeinorgoaway?”heaskeduncertainly.

           “I’vebeenalldaywithSofyaSemyonovna.Wewerebothwaitingforyou.Wethoughtthatyouwouldbesuretocomethere.”

           Raskolnikovwentintotheroomandsankexhaustedonachair.

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