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“
I
should
think
so
,
”
said
Zossimov
.
“
Wait
!
Hear
the
end
.
Of
course
they
sought
high
and
low
for
Nikolay
;
they
detained
Dushkin
and
searched
his
house
;
Dmitri
,
too
,
was
arrested
;
the
Kolomensky
men
also
were
turned
inside
out
.
And
the
day
before
yesterday
they
arrested
Nikolay
in
a
tavern
at
the
end
of
the
town
.
He
had
gone
there
,
taken
the
silver
cross
off
his
neck
and
asked
for
a
dram
for
it
.
They
gave
it
to
him
.
A
few
minutes
afterwards
the
woman
went
to
the
cowshed
,
and
through
a
crack
in
the
wall
she
saw
in
the
stable
adjoining
he
had
made
a
noose
of
his
sash
from
the
beam
,
stood
on
a
block
of
wood
,
and
was
trying
to
put
his
neck
in
the
noose
.
The
woman
screeched
her
hardest
;
people
ran
in
.
‘
So
that
’
s
what
you
are
up
to
!
’
‘
Take
me
,
’
he
says
,
‘
to
such
-
and
-
such
a
police
officer
;
I
’
ll
confess
everything
.
’
Well
,
they
took
him
to
that
police
station
—
that
is
here
—
with
a
suitable
escort
.
So
they
asked
him
this
and
that
,
how
old
he
is
,
‘
twenty
-
two
,
’
and
so
on
.
At
the
question
,
‘
When
you
were
working
with
Dmitri
,
didn
’
t
you
see
anyone
on
the
staircase
at
such
-
and
-
such
a
time
?
’
—
answer
:
‘
To
be
sure
folks
may
have
gone
up
and
down
,
but
I
did
not
notice
them
.
’
‘
And
didn
’
t
you
hear
anything
,
any
noise
,
and
so
on
?
’
‘
We
heard
nothing
special
.
’
‘
And
did
you
hear
,
Nikolay
,
that
on
the
same
day
Widow
So
-
and
-
so
and
her
sister
were
murdered
and
robbed
?
’
‘
I
never
knew
a
thing
about
it
.
The
first
I
heard
of
it
was
from
Afanasy
Pavlovitch
the
day
before
yesterday
.
’
‘
And
where
did
you
find
the
ear
-
rings
?
’
‘
I
found
them
on
the
pavement
.
’
‘
Why
didn
’
t
you
go
to
work
with
Dmitri
the
other
day
?
’
‘
Because
I
was
drinking
.
’
‘
And
where
were
you
drinking
?
’
‘
Oh
,
in
such
-
and
-
such
a
place
.
’
‘
Why
did
you
run
away
from
Dushkin
’
s
?
’
‘
Because
I
was
awfully
frightened
.
’
‘
What
were
you
frightened
of
?
’
‘
That
I
should
be
accused
.
’
‘
How
could
you
be
frightened
,
if
you
felt
free
from
guilt
?
’
Now
,
Zossimov
,
you
may
not
believe
me
,
that
question
was
put
literally
in
those
words
.
I
know
it
for
a
fact
,
it
was
repeated
to
me
exactly
!
What
do
you
say
to
that
?
”
“
Well
,
anyway
,
there
’
s
the
evidence
.
”
“
I
am
not
talking
of
the
evidence
now
,
I
am
talking
about
that
question
,
of
their
own
idea
of
themselves
.
Well
,
so
they
squeezed
and
squeezed
him
and
he
confessed
:
‘
I
did
not
find
it
in
the
street
,
but
in
the
flat
where
I
was
painting
with
Dmitri
.
’
‘
And
how
was
that
?
’
‘
Why
,
Dmitri
and
I
were
painting
there
all
day
,
and
we
were
just
getting
ready
to
go
,
and
Dmitri
took
a
brush
and
painted
my
face
,
and
he
ran
off
and
I
after
him
.
I
ran
after
him
,
shouting
my
hardest
,
and
at
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
I
ran
right
against
the
porter
and
some
gentlemen
—
and
how
many
gentlemen
were
there
I
don
’
t
remember
.
And
the
porter
swore
at
me
,
and
the
other
porter
swore
,
too
,
and
the
porter
’
s
wife
came
out
,
and
swore
at
us
,
too
;
and
a
gentleman
came
into
the
entry
with
a
lady
,
and
he
swore
at
us
,
too
,
for
Dmitri
and
I
lay
right
across
the
way
.
I
got
hold
of
Dmitri
’
s
hair
and
knocked
him
down
and
began
beating
him
.
And
Dmitri
,
too
,
caught
me
by
the
hair
and
began
beating
me
.
But
we
did
it
all
not
for
temper
but
in
a
friendly
way
,
for
sport
.
And
then
Dmitri
escaped
and
ran
into
the
street
,
and
I
ran
after
him
;
but
I
did
not
catch
him
,
and
went
back
to
the
flat
alone
;
I
had
to
clear
up
my
things
.
I
began
putting
them
together
,
expecting
Dmitri
to
come
,
and
there
in
the
passage
,
in
the
corner
by
the
door
,
I
stepped
on
the
box
.
I
saw
it
lying
there
wrapped
up
in
paper
.
I
took
off
the
paper
,
saw
some
little
hooks
,
undid
them
,
and
in
the
box
were
the
ear
-
rings
.
.
.
.
’
”
“
Behind
the
door
?
Lying
behind
the
door
?
Behind
the
door
?
”
Raskolnikov
cried
suddenly
,
staring
with
a
blank
look
of
terror
at
Razumihin
,
and
he
slowly
sat
up
on
the
sofa
,
leaning
on
his
hand
.
“
Yes
.
.
.
why
?
What
’
s
the
matter
?
What
’
s
wrong
?
”
Razumihin
,
too
,
got
up
from
his
seat
.
“
Nothing
,
”
Raskolnikov
answered
faintly
,
turning
to
the
wall
.
All
were
silent
for
a
while
.
