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Katerina
Ivanovna
stood
by
,
breathing
painfully
and
pressing
her
hands
to
her
breast
.
She
was
in
need
of
attention
herself
.
Raskolnikov
began
to
realise
that
he
might
have
made
a
mistake
in
having
the
injured
man
brought
here
.
The
policeman
,
too
,
stood
in
hesitation
.
“
Polenka
,
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
“
run
to
Sonia
,
make
haste
.
If
you
don
’
t
find
her
at
home
,
leave
word
that
her
father
has
been
run
over
and
that
she
is
to
come
here
at
once
.
.
.
when
she
comes
in
.
Run
,
Polenka
!
there
,
put
on
the
shawl
.
”
“
Run
your
fastest
!
”
cried
the
little
boy
on
the
chair
suddenly
,
after
which
he
relapsed
into
the
same
dumb
rigidity
,
with
round
eyes
,
his
heels
thrust
forward
and
his
toes
spread
out
.
Meanwhile
the
room
had
become
so
full
of
people
that
you
couldn
’
t
have
dropped
a
pin
.
The
policemen
left
,
all
except
one
,
who
remained
for
a
time
,
trying
to
drive
out
the
people
who
came
in
from
the
stairs
.
Almost
all
Madame
Lippevechsel
’
s
lodgers
had
streamed
in
from
the
inner
rooms
of
the
flat
;
at
first
they
were
squeezed
together
in
the
doorway
,
but
afterwards
they
overflowed
into
the
room
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
flew
into
a
fury
.
“
You
might
let
him
die
in
peace
,
at
least
,
”
she
shouted
at
the
crowd
,
“
is
it
a
spectacle
for
you
to
gape
at
?
With
cigarettes
!
(
Cough
,
cough
,
cough
!
)
You
might
as
well
keep
your
hats
on
.
.
.
.
And
there
is
one
in
his
hat
!
.
.
.
Get
away
!
You
should
respect
the
dead
,
at
least
!
”
Her
cough
choked
her
—
but
her
reproaches
were
not
without
result
.
They
evidently
stood
in
some
awe
of
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
The
lodgers
,
one
after
another
,
squeezed
back
into
the
doorway
with
that
strange
inner
feeling
of
satisfaction
which
may
be
observed
in
the
presence
of
a
sudden
accident
,
even
in
those
nearest
and
dearest
to
the
victim
,
from
which
no
living
man
is
exempt
,
even
in
spite
of
the
sincerest
sympathy
and
compassion
.
Voices
outside
were
heard
,
however
,
speaking
of
the
hospital
and
saying
that
they
’
d
no
business
to
make
a
disturbance
here
.
“
No
business
to
die
!
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
and
she
was
rushing
to
the
door
to
vent
her
wrath
upon
them
,
but
in
the
doorway
came
face
to
face
with
Madame
Lippevechsel
who
had
only
just
heard
of
the
accident
and
ran
in
to
restore
order
.
She
was
a
particularly
quarrelsome
and
irresponsible
German
.
“
Ah
,
my
God
!
”
she
cried
,
clasping
her
hands
,
“
your
husband
drunken
horses
have
trampled
!
To
the
hospital
with
him
!
I
am
the
landlady
!
”
