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“
Well
,
go
to
hell
then
,
”
he
said
gently
and
thoughtfully
.
“
Stay
,
”
he
roared
,
as
Raskolnikov
was
about
to
move
.
“
Listen
to
me
.
Let
me
tell
you
,
that
you
are
all
a
set
of
babbling
,
posing
idiots
!
If
you
’
ve
any
little
trouble
you
brood
over
it
like
a
hen
over
an
egg
.
And
you
are
plagiarists
even
in
that
!
There
isn
’
t
a
sign
of
independent
life
in
you
!
You
are
made
of
spermaceti
ointment
and
you
’
ve
lymph
in
your
veins
instead
of
blood
.
I
don
’
t
believe
in
anyone
of
you
!
In
any
circumstances
the
first
thing
for
all
of
you
is
to
be
unlike
a
human
being
!
Stop
!
”
he
cried
with
redoubled
fury
,
noticing
that
Raskolnikov
was
again
making
a
movement
—
“
hear
me
out
!
You
know
I
’
m
having
a
house
-
warming
this
evening
,
I
dare
say
they
’
ve
arrived
by
now
,
but
I
left
my
uncle
there
—
I
just
ran
in
—
to
receive
the
guests
.
And
if
you
weren
’
t
a
fool
,
a
common
fool
,
a
perfect
fool
,
if
you
were
an
original
instead
of
a
translation
.
.
.
you
see
,
Rodya
,
I
recognise
you
’
re
a
clever
fellow
,
but
you
’
re
a
fool
!
—
and
if
you
weren
’
t
a
fool
you
’
d
come
round
to
me
this
evening
instead
of
wearing
out
your
boots
in
the
street
!
Since
you
have
gone
out
,
there
’
s
no
help
for
it
!
I
’
d
give
you
a
snug
easy
chair
,
my
landlady
has
one
.
.
.
a
cup
of
tea
,
company
.
.
.
.
Or
you
could
lie
on
the
sofa
—
any
way
you
would
be
with
us
.
.
.
.
Zossimov
will
be
there
too
.
Will
you
come
?
”
“
No
.
”
“
R
-
rubbish
!
”
Razumihin
shouted
,
out
of
patience
.
“
How
do
you
know
?
You
can
’
t
answer
for
yourself
!
You
don
’
t
know
anything
about
it
.
.
.
.
Thousands
of
times
I
’
ve
fought
tooth
and
nail
with
people
and
run
back
to
them
afterwards
.
.
.
.
One
feels
ashamed
and
goes
back
to
a
man
!
So
remember
,
Potchinkov
’
s
house
on
the
third
storey
.
.
.
.
”
“
Why
,
Mr
.
Razumihin
,
I
do
believe
you
’
d
let
anybody
beat
you
from
sheer
benevolence
.
”
“
Beat
?
Whom
?
Me
?
I
’
d
twist
his
nose
off
at
the
mere
idea
!
Potchinkov
’
s
house
,
47
,
Babushkin
’
s
flat
.
.
.
.
”
“
I
shall
not
come
,
Razumihin
.
”
Raskolnikov
turned
and
walked
away
.
“
I
bet
you
will
,
”
Razumihin
shouted
after
him
.
“
I
refuse
to
know
you
if
you
don
’
t
!
Stay
,
hey
,
is
Zametov
in
there
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
