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“
Perhaps
those
who
have
involuntarily
caused
the
accident
will
agree
to
compensate
you
,
at
least
for
the
loss
of
his
earnings
.
”
“
You
don
’
t
understand
!
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
angrily
waving
her
hand
.
“
And
why
should
they
compensate
me
?
Why
,
he
was
drunk
and
threw
himself
under
the
horses
!
What
earnings
?
He
brought
us
in
nothing
but
misery
.
He
drank
everything
away
,
the
drunkard
!
He
robbed
us
to
get
drink
,
he
wasted
their
lives
and
mine
for
drink
!
And
thank
God
he
’
s
dying
!
One
less
to
keep
!
”
“
You
must
forgive
in
the
hour
of
death
,
that
’
s
a
sin
,
madam
,
such
feelings
are
a
great
sin
.
”
Katerina
Ivanovna
was
busy
with
the
dying
man
;
she
was
giving
him
water
,
wiping
the
blood
and
sweat
from
his
head
,
setting
his
pillow
straight
,
and
had
only
turned
now
and
then
for
a
moment
to
address
the
priest
.
Now
she
flew
at
him
almost
in
a
frenzy
.
“
Ah
,
father
!
That
’
s
words
and
only
words
!
Forgive
!
If
he
’
d
not
been
run
over
,
he
’
d
have
come
home
to
-
day
drunk
and
his
only
shirt
dirty
and
in
rags
and
he
’
d
have
fallen
asleep
like
a
log
,
and
I
should
have
been
sousing
and
rinsing
till
daybreak
,
washing
his
rags
and
the
children
’
s
and
then
drying
them
by
the
window
and
as
soon
as
it
was
daylight
I
should
have
been
darning
them
.
That
’
s
how
I
spend
my
nights
!
.
.
.
What
’
s
the
use
of
talking
of
forgiveness
!
I
have
forgiven
as
it
is
!
”
A
terrible
hollow
cough
interrupted
her
words
.
She
put
her
handkerchief
to
her
lips
and
showed
it
to
the
priest
,
pressing
her
other
hand
to
her
aching
chest
.
The
handkerchief
was
covered
with
blood
.
The
priest
bowed
his
head
and
said
nothing
.
Marmeladov
was
in
the
last
agony
;
he
did
not
take
his
eyes
off
the
face
of
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
who
was
bending
over
him
again
.
He
kept
trying
to
say
something
to
her
;
he
began
moving
his
tongue
with
difficulty
and
articulating
indistinctly
,
but
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
understanding
that
he
wanted
to
ask
her
forgiveness
,
called
peremptorily
to
him
:
“
Be
silent
!
No
need
!
I
know
what
you
want
to
say
!
”
And
the
sick
man
was
silent
,
but
at
the
same
instant
his
wandering
eyes
strayed
to
the
doorway
and
he
saw
Sonia
.
Till
then
he
had
not
noticed
her
:
she
was
standing
in
the
shadow
in
a
corner
.
“
Who
’
s
that
?
Who
’
s
that
?
”
he
said
suddenly
in
a
thick
gasping
voice
,
in
agitation
,
turning
his
eyes
in
horror
towards
the
door
where
his
daughter
was
standing
,
and
trying
to
sit
up
.
