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well
,
the
medal
of
course
was
sold
—
long
ago
,
hm
.
.
.
but
the
certificate
of
merit
is
in
her
trunk
still
and
not
long
ago
she
showed
it
to
our
landlady
.
And
although
she
is
most
continually
on
bad
terms
with
the
landlady
,
yet
she
wanted
to
tell
someone
or
other
of
her
past
honours
and
of
the
happy
days
that
are
gone
.
I
don
’
t
condemn
her
for
it
,
I
don
’
t
blame
her
,
for
the
one
thing
left
her
is
recollection
of
the
past
,
and
all
the
rest
is
dust
and
ashes
.
Yes
,
yes
,
she
is
a
lady
of
spirit
,
proud
and
determined
.
She
scrubs
the
floors
herself
and
has
nothing
but
black
bread
to
eat
,
but
won
’
t
allow
herself
to
be
treated
with
disrespect
.
That
’
s
why
she
would
not
overlook
Mr
.
Lebeziatnikov
’
s
rudeness
to
her
,
and
so
when
he
gave
her
a
beating
for
it
,
she
took
to
her
bed
more
from
the
hurt
to
her
feelings
than
from
the
blows
.
She
was
a
widow
when
I
married
her
,
with
three
children
,
one
smaller
than
the
other
.
She
married
her
first
husband
,
an
infantry
officer
,
for
love
,
and
ran
away
with
him
from
her
father
’
s
house
.
She
was
exceedingly
fond
of
her
husband
;
but
he
gave
way
to
cards
,
got
into
trouble
and
with
that
he
died
.
He
used
to
beat
her
at
the
end
:
and
although
she
paid
him
back
,
of
which
I
have
authentic
documentary
evidence
,
to
this
day
she
speaks
of
him
with
tears
and
she
throws
him
up
to
me
;
and
I
am
glad
,
I
am
glad
that
,
though
only
in
imagination
,
she
should
think
of
herself
as
having
once
been
happy
.
.
.
.
And
she
was
left
at
his
death
with
three
children
in
a
wild
and
remote
district
where
I
happened
to
be
at
the
time
;
and
she
was
left
in
such
hopeless
poverty
that
,
although
I
have
seen
many
ups
and
downs
of
all
sort
,
I
don
’
t
feel
equal
to
describing
it
even
.
Her
relations
had
all
thrown
her
off
.
And
she
was
proud
,
too
,
excessively
proud
.
.
.
.
And
then
,
honoured
sir
,
and
then
,
I
,
being
at
the
time
a
widower
,
with
a
daughter
of
fourteen
left
me
by
my
first
wife
,
offered
her
my
hand
,
for
I
could
not
bear
the
sight
of
such
suffering
.
You
can
judge
the
extremity
of
her
calamities
,
that
she
,
a
woman
of
education
and
culture
and
distinguished
family
,
should
have
consented
to
be
my
wife
.
But
she
did
!
Weeping
and
sobbing
and
wringing
her
hands
,
she
married
me
!
For
she
had
nowhere
to
turn
!
Do
you
understand
,
sir
,
do
you
understand
what
it
means
when
you
have
absolutely
nowhere
to
turn
?
No
,
that
you
don
’
t
understand
yet
.
.
.
.
And
for
a
whole
year
,
I
performed
my
duties
conscientiously
and
faithfully
,
and
did
not
touch
this
”
(
he
tapped
the
jug
with
his
finger
)
,
“
for
I
have
feelings
.
But
even
so
,
I
could
not
please
her
;
and
then
I
lost
my
place
too
,
and
that
through
no
fault
of
mine
but
through
changes
in
the
office
;
and
then
I
did
touch
it
!
.
.
.
It
will
be
a
year
and
a
half
ago
soon
since
we
found
ourselves
at
last
after
many
wanderings
and
numerous
calamities
in
this
magnificent
capital
,
adorned
with
innumerable
monuments
.
Here
I
obtained
a
situation
.
.
.
.
I
obtained
it
and
I
lost
it
again
.
Do
you
understand
?
This
time
it
was
through
my
own
fault
I
lost
it
:
for
my
weakness
had
come
out
.
.
.
.
We
have
now
part
of
a
room
at
Amalia
Fyodorovna
Lippevechsel
’
s
;
and
what
we
live
upon
and
what
we
pay
our
rent
with
,
I
could
not
say
.
There
are
a
lot
of
people
living
there
besides
ourselves
.
Dirt
and
disorder
,
a
perfect
Bedlam
.
.
.
hm
.
.
.
yes
.
.
.
And
meanwhile
my
daughter
by
my
first
wife
has
grown
up
;
and
what
my
daughter
has
had
to
put
up
with
from
her
step
-
mother
whilst
she
was
growing
up
,
I
won
’
t
speak
of
.
For
,
though
Katerina
Ivanovna
is
full
of
generous
feelings
,
she
is
a
spirited
lady
,
irritable
and
short
-
tempered
.
.
.
.
Yes
.
But
it
’
s
no
use
going
over
that
!
Sonia
,
as
you
may
well
fancy
,
has
had
no
education
.
I
did
make
an
effort
four
years
ago
to
give
her
a
course
of
geography
and
universal
history
,
but
as
I
was
not
very
well
up
in
those
subjects
myself
and
we
had
no
suitable
books
,
and
what
books
we
had
.
.
.
hm
,
anyway
we
have
not
even
those
now
,
so
all
our
instruction
came
to
an
end
.
We
stopped
at
Cyrus
of
Persia
.
Since
she
has
attained
years
of
maturity
,
she
has
read
other
books
of
romantic
tendency
and
of
late
she
had
read
with
great
interest
a
book
she
got
through
Mr
.
Lebeziatnikov
,
Lewes
’
Physiology
—
do
you
know
it
?
—
and
even
recounted
extracts
from
it
to
us
:
and
that
’
s
the
whole
of
her
education
.
And
now
may
I
venture
to
address
you
,
honoured
sir
,
on
my
own
account
with
a
private
question
.
Do
you
suppose
that
a
respectable
poor
girl
can
earn
much
by
honest
work
?
Not
fifteen
farthings
a
day
can
she
earn
,
if
she
is
respectable
and
has
no
special
talent
and
that
without
putting
her
work
down
for
an
instant
!
And
what
’
s
more
,
Ivan
Ivanitch
Klopstock
the
civil
counsellor
—
have
you
heard
of
him
?
—
has
not
to
this
day
paid
her
for
the
half
-
dozen
linen
shirts
she
made
him
and
drove
her
roughly
away
,
stamping
and
reviling
her
,
on
the
pretext
that
the
shirt
collars
were
not
made
like
the
pattern
and
were
put
in
askew
.
And
there
are
the
little
ones
hungry
.
.
.
.
And
Katerina
Ivanovna
walking
up
and
down
and
wringing
her
hands
,
her
cheeks
flushed
red
,
as
they
always
are
in
that
disease
:
‘
Here
you
live
with
us
,
’
says
she
,
‘
you
eat
and
drink
and
are
kept
warm
and
you
do
nothing
to
help
.
’
And
much
she
gets
to
eat
and
drink
when
there
is
not
a
crust
for
the
little
ones
for
three
days
!
I
was
lying
at
the
time
.
.
.
well
,
what
of
it
!
I
was
lying
drunk
and
I
heard
my
Sonia
speaking
(
she
is
a
gentle
creature
with
a
soft
little
voice
.
.
.
fair
hair
and
such
a
pale
,
thin
little
face
)
.
She
said
:
‘
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
am
I
really
to
do
a
thing
like
that
?
’
And
Darya
Frantsovna
,
a
woman
of
evil
character
and
very
well
known
to
the
police
,
had
two
or
three
times
tried
to
get
at
her
through
the
landlady
.
‘
And
why
not
?
’
said
Katerina
Ivanovna
with
a
jeer
,
‘
you
are
something
mighty
precious
to
be
so
careful
of
!
’
But
don
’
t
blame
her
,
don
’
t
blame
her
,
honoured
sir
,
don
’
t
blame
her
!
She
was
not
herself
when
she
spoke
,
but
driven
to
distraction
by
her
illness
and
the
crying
of
the
hungry
children
;
and
it
was
said
more
to
wound
her
than
anything
else
.
.
.
.
For
that
’
s
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
character
,
and
when
children
cry
,
even
from
hunger
,
she
falls
to
beating
them
at
once
.
At
six
o
’
clock
I
saw
Sonia
get
up
,
put
on
her
kerchief
and
her
cape
,
and
go
out
of
the
room
and
about
nine
o
’
clock
she
came
back
.
She
walked
straight
up
to
Katerina
Ivanovna
and
she
laid
thirty
roubles
on
the
table
before
her
in
silence
.
She
did
not
utter
a
word
,
she
did
not
even
look
at
her
,
she
simply
picked
up
our
big
green
drap
de
dames
shawl
(
we
have
a
shawl
,
made
of
drap
de
dames
)
,
put
it
over
her
head
and
face
and
lay
down
on
the
bed
with
her
face
to
the
wall
;
only
her
little
shoulders
and
her
body
kept
shuddering
.
.
.
.
And
I
went
on
lying
there
,
just
as
before
.
.
.
.
And
then
I
saw
,
young
man
,
I
saw
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
in
the
same
silence
go
up
to
Sonia
’
s
little
bed
;
she
was
on
her
knees
all
the
evening
kissing
Sonia
’
s
feet
,
and
would
not
get
up
,
and
then
they
both
fell
asleep
in
each
other
’
s
arms
.
.
.
together
,
together
.
.
.
yes
.
.
.
and
I
.
.
.
lay
drunk
.
”
Marmeladov
stopped
short
,
as
though
his
voice
had
failed
him
.
Then
he
hurriedly
filled
his
glass
,
drank
,
and
cleared
his
throat
.
“
Since
then
,
sir
,
”
he
went
on
after
a
brief
pause
—
“
Since
then
,
owing
to
an
unfortunate
occurrence
and
through
information
given
by
evil
-
intentioned
persons
—
in
all
which
Darya
Frantsovna
took
a
leading
part
on
the
pretext
that
she
had
been
treated
with
want
of
respect
—
since
then
my
daughter
Sofya
Semyonovna
has
been
forced
to
take
a
yellow
ticket
,
and
owing
to
that
she
is
unable
to
go
on
living
with
us
.
For
our
landlady
,
Amalia
Fyodorovna
would
not
hear
of
it
(
though
she
had
backed
up
Darya
Frantsovna
before
)
and
Mr
.
Lebeziatnikov
too
.
.
.
hm
.
.
.
.
All
the
trouble
between
him
and
Katerina
Ivanovna
was
on
Sonia
’
s
account
.
At
first
he
was
for
making
up
to
Sonia
himself
and
then
all
of
a
sudden
he
stood
on
his
dignity
:
‘
how
,
’
said
he
,
‘
can
a
highly
educated
man
like
me
live
in
the
same
rooms
with
a
girl
like
that
?
’
And
Katerina
Ivanovna
would
not
let
it
pass
,
she
stood
up
for
her
.
.
.
and
so
that
’
s
how
it
happened
.
And
Sonia
comes
to
us
now
,
mostly
after
dark
;
she
comforts
Katerina
Ivanovna
and
gives
her
all
she
can
.
.
.
.
She
has
a
room
at
the
Kapernaumovs
’
the
tailors
,
she
lodges
with
them
;
Kapernaumov
is
a
lame
man
with
a
cleft
palate
and
all
of
his
numerous
family
have
cleft
palates
too
.
And
his
wife
,
too
,
has
a
cleft
palate
.
They
all
live
in
one
room
,
but
Sonia
has
her
own
,
partitioned
off
.
.
.
.
Hm
.
.
.
yes
.
.
.
very
poor
people
and
all
with
cleft
palates
.
.
.
yes
.
Then
I
got
up
in
the
morning
,
and
put
on
my
rags
,
lifted
up
my
hands
to
heaven
and
set
off
to
his
excellency
Ivan
Afanasyvitch
.
His
excellency
Ivan
Afanasyvitch
,
do
you
know
him
?
No
?
Well
,
then
,
it
’
s
a
man
of
God
you
don
’
t
know
.
He
is
wax
.
.
.
wax
before
the
face
of
the
Lord
;
even
as
wax
melteth
!
.
.
.
His
eyes
were
dim
when
he
heard
my
story
.
‘
Marmeladov
,
once
already
you
have
deceived
my
expectations
.
.
.
I
’
ll
take
you
once
more
on
my
own
responsibility
’
—
that
’
s
what
he
said
,
‘
remember
,
’
he
said
,
‘
and
now
you
can
go
.
’
I
kissed
the
dust
at
his
feet
—
in
thought
only
,
for
in
reality
he
would
not
have
allowed
me
to
do
it
,
being
a
statesman
and
a
man
of
modern
political
and
enlightened
ideas
.
I
returned
home
,
and
when
I
announced
that
I
’
d
been
taken
back
into
the
service
and
should
receive
a
salary
,
heavens
,
what
a
to
-
do
there
was
!
.
.
.
”
Marmeladov
stopped
again
in
violent
excitement
.
At
that
moment
a
whole
party
of
revellers
already
drunk
came
in
from
the
street
,
and
the
sounds
of
a
hired
concertina
and
the
cracked
piping
voice
of
a
child
of
seven
singing
“
The
Hamlet
”
were
heard
in
the
entry
.
The
room
was
filled
with
noise
.
The
tavern
-
keeper
and
the
boys
were
busy
with
the
new
-
comers
.
Marmeladov
paying
no
attention
to
the
new
arrivals
continued
his
story
.
He
appeared
by
now
to
be
extremely
weak
,
but
as
he
became
more
and
more
drunk
,
he
became
more
and
more
talkative
.
The
recollection
of
his
recent
success
in
getting
the
situation
seemed
to
revive
him
,
and
was
positively
reflected
in
a
sort
of
radiance
on
his
face
.
Raskolnikov
listened
attentively
.
“
That
was
five
weeks
ago
,
sir
.
Yes
.
.
.
.
