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“
Lie
down
!
Lie
do
-
own
!
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
With
unnatural
strength
he
had
succeeded
in
propping
himself
on
his
elbow
.
He
looked
wildly
and
fixedly
for
some
time
on
his
daughter
,
as
though
not
recognising
her
.
He
had
never
seen
her
before
in
such
attire
.
Suddenly
he
recognised
her
,
crushed
and
ashamed
in
her
humiliation
and
gaudy
finery
,
meekly
awaiting
her
turn
to
say
good
-
bye
to
her
dying
father
.
His
face
showed
intense
suffering
.
“
Sonia
!
Daughter
!
Forgive
!
”
he
cried
,
and
he
tried
to
hold
out
his
hand
to
her
,
but
losing
his
balance
,
he
fell
off
the
sofa
,
face
downwards
on
the
floor
.
They
rushed
to
pick
him
up
,
they
put
him
on
the
sofa
;
but
he
was
dying
.
Sonia
with
a
faint
cry
ran
up
,
embraced
him
and
remained
so
without
moving
.
He
died
in
her
arms
.
“
He
’
s
got
what
he
wanted
,
”
Katerina
Ivanovna
cried
,
seeing
her
husband
’
s
dead
body
.
“
Well
,
what
’
s
to
be
done
now
?
How
am
I
to
bury
him
!
What
can
I
give
them
to
-
morrow
to
eat
?
”
Raskolnikov
went
up
to
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
“
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
”
he
began
,
“
last
week
your
husband
told
me
all
his
life
and
circumstances
.
.
.
.
Believe
me
,
he
spoke
of
you
with
passionate
reverence
.
From
that
evening
,
when
I
learnt
how
devoted
he
was
to
you
all
and
how
he
loved
and
respected
you
especially
,
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
in
spite
of
his
unfortunate
weakness
,
from
that
evening
we
became
friends
.
.
.
.
Allow
me
now
.
.
.
to
do
something
.
.
.
to
repay
my
debt
to
my
dead
friend
.
Here
are
twenty
roubles
,
I
think
—
and
if
that
can
be
of
any
assistance
to
you
,
then
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
in
short
,
I
will
come
again
,
I
will
be
sure
to
come
again
.
.
.
I
shall
,
perhaps
,
come
again
to
-
morrow
.
.
.
.
Good
-
bye
!
”
And
he
went
quickly
out
of
the
room
,
squeezing
his
way
through
the
crowd
to
the
stairs
.
But
in
the
crowd
he
suddenly
jostled
against
Nikodim
Fomitch
,
who
had
heard
of
the
accident
and
had
come
to
give
instructions
in
person
.
They
had
not
met
since
the
scene
at
the
police
station
,
but
Nikodim
Fomitch
knew
him
instantly
.
“
Ah
,
is
that
you
?
”
he
asked
him
.
“
He
’
s
dead
,
”
answered
Raskolnikov
.
“
The
doctor
and
the
priest
have
been
,
all
as
it
should
have
been
.
Don
’
t
worry
the
poor
woman
too
much
,
she
is
in
consumption
as
it
is
.
Try
and
cheer
her
up
,
if
possible
.
.
.
you
are
a
kind
-
hearted
man
,
I
know
.
.
.
”
he
added
with
a
smile
,
looking
straight
in
his
face
.
