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Raskolnikov
pushed
his
way
in
as
far
as
he
could
,
and
succeeded
at
last
in
seeing
the
object
of
the
commotion
and
interest
.
On
the
ground
a
man
who
had
been
run
over
lay
apparently
unconscious
,
and
covered
with
blood
;
he
was
very
badly
dressed
,
but
not
like
a
workman
.
Blood
was
flowing
from
his
head
and
face
;
his
face
was
crushed
,
mutilated
and
disfigured
.
He
was
evidently
badly
injured
.
“
Merciful
heaven
!
”
wailed
the
coachman
,
“
what
more
could
I
do
?
If
I
’
d
been
driving
fast
or
had
not
shouted
to
him
,
but
I
was
going
quietly
,
not
in
a
hurry
.
Everyone
could
see
I
was
going
along
just
like
everybody
else
.
A
drunken
man
can
’
t
walk
straight
,
we
all
know
.
.
.
.
I
saw
him
crossing
the
street
,
staggering
and
almost
falling
.
I
shouted
again
and
a
second
and
a
third
time
,
then
I
held
the
horses
in
,
but
he
fell
straight
under
their
feet
!
Either
he
did
it
on
purpose
or
he
was
very
tipsy
.
.
.
.
The
horses
are
young
and
ready
to
take
fright
.
.
.
they
started
,
he
screamed
.
.
.
that
made
them
worse
.
That
’
s
how
it
happened
!
”
“
That
’
s
just
how
it
was
,
”
a
voice
in
the
crowd
confirmed
.
“
He
shouted
,
that
’
s
true
,
he
shouted
three
times
,
”
another
voice
declared
.
“
Three
times
it
was
,
we
all
heard
it
,
”
shouted
a
third
.
But
the
coachman
was
not
very
much
distressed
and
frightened
.
It
was
evident
that
the
carriage
belonged
to
a
rich
and
important
person
who
was
awaiting
it
somewhere
;
the
police
,
of
course
,
were
in
no
little
anxiety
to
avoid
upsetting
his
arrangements
.
All
they
had
to
do
was
to
take
the
injured
man
to
the
police
station
and
the
hospital
.
No
one
knew
his
name
.
Meanwhile
Raskolnikov
had
squeezed
in
and
stooped
closer
over
him
.
The
lantern
suddenly
lighted
up
the
unfortunate
man
’
s
face
.
He
recognised
him
.
“
I
know
him
!
I
know
him
!
”
he
shouted
,
pushing
to
the
front
.
“
It
’
s
a
government
clerk
retired
from
the
service
,
Marmeladov
.
He
lives
close
by
in
Kozel
’
s
house
.
.
.
.
Make
haste
for
a
doctor
!
I
will
pay
,
see
?
”
He
pulled
money
out
of
his
pocket
and
showed
it
to
the
policeman
.
He
was
in
violent
agitation
.
The
police
were
glad
that
they
had
found
out
who
the
man
was
.
Raskolnikov
gave
his
own
name
and
address
,
and
,
as
earnestly
as
if
it
had
been
his
father
,
he
besought
the
police
to
carry
the
unconscious
Marmeladov
to
his
lodging
at
once
.
