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“
Polenka
,
my
name
is
Rodion
.
Pray
sometimes
for
me
,
too
.
‘
And
Thy
servant
Rodion
,
’
nothing
more
.
”
“
I
’
ll
pray
for
you
all
the
rest
of
my
life
,
”
the
little
girl
declared
hotly
,
and
suddenly
smiling
again
she
rushed
at
him
and
hugged
him
warmly
once
more
.
Raskolnikov
told
her
his
name
and
address
and
promised
to
be
sure
to
come
next
day
.
The
child
went
away
quite
enchanted
with
him
.
It
was
past
ten
when
he
came
out
into
the
street
.
In
five
minutes
he
was
standing
on
the
bridge
at
the
spot
where
the
woman
had
jumped
in
.
“
Enough
,
”
he
pronounced
resolutely
and
triumphantly
.
“
I
’
ve
done
with
fancies
,
imaginary
terrors
and
phantoms
!
Life
is
real
!
haven
’
t
I
lived
just
now
?
My
life
has
not
yet
died
with
that
old
woman
!
The
Kingdom
of
Heaven
to
her
—
and
now
enough
,
madam
,
leave
me
in
peace
!
Now
for
the
reign
of
reason
and
light
.
.
.
and
of
will
,
and
of
strength
.
.
.
and
now
we
will
see
!
We
will
try
our
strength
!
”
he
added
defiantly
,
as
though
challenging
some
power
of
darkness
.
“
And
I
was
ready
to
consent
to
live
in
a
square
of
space
!
“
I
am
very
weak
at
this
moment
,
but
.
.
.
I
believe
my
illness
is
all
over
.
I
knew
it
would
be
over
when
I
went
out
.
By
the
way
,
Potchinkov
’
s
house
is
only
a
few
steps
away
.
I
certainly
must
go
to
Razumihin
even
if
it
were
not
close
by
.
.
.
let
him
win
his
bet
!
Let
us
give
him
some
satisfaction
,
too
—
no
matter
!
Strength
,
strength
is
what
one
wants
,
you
can
get
nothing
without
it
,
and
strength
must
be
won
by
strength
—
that
’
s
what
they
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
added
proudly
and
self
-
confidently
and
he
walked
with
flagging
footsteps
from
the
bridge
.
Pride
and
self
-
confidence
grew
continually
stronger
in
him
;
he
was
becoming
a
different
man
every
moment
.
What
was
it
had
happened
to
work
this
revolution
in
him
?
He
did
not
know
himself
;
like
a
man
catching
at
a
straw
,
he
suddenly
felt
that
he
,
too
,
‘
could
live
,
that
there
was
still
life
for
him
,
that
his
life
had
not
died
with
the
old
woman
.
’
Perhaps
he
was
in
too
great
a
hurry
with
his
conclusions
,
but
he
did
not
think
of
that
.
“
But
I
did
ask
her
to
remember
‘
Thy
servant
Rodion
’
in
her
prayers
,
”
the
idea
struck
him
.
“
Well
,
that
was
.
.
.
in
case
of
emergency
,
”
he
added
and
laughed
himself
at
his
boyish
sally
.
He
was
in
the
best
of
spirits
.
He
easily
found
Razumihin
;
the
new
lodger
was
already
known
at
Potchinkov
’
s
and
the
porter
at
once
showed
him
the
way
.
Half
-
way
upstairs
he
could
hear
the
noise
and
animated
conversation
of
a
big
gathering
of
people
.
The
door
was
wide
open
on
the
stairs
;
he
could
hear
exclamations
and
discussion
.
Razumihin
’
s
room
was
fairly
large
;
the
company
consisted
of
fifteen
people
.
Raskolnikov
stopped
in
the
entry
,
where
two
of
the
landlady
’
s
servants
were
busy
behind
a
screen
with
two
samovars
,
bottles
,
plates
and
dishes
of
pie
and
savouries
,
brought
up
from
the
landlady
’
s
kitchen
.
Raskolnikov
sent
in
for
Razumihin
.
He
ran
out
delighted
.
At
the
first
glance
it
was
apparent
that
he
had
had
a
great
deal
to
drink
and
,
though
no
amount
of
liquor
made
Razumihin
quite
drunk
,
this
time
he
was
perceptibly
affected
by
it
.
“
Listen
,
”
Raskolnikov
hastened
to
say
,
“
I
’
ve
only
just
come
to
tell
you
you
’
ve
won
your
bet
and
that
no
one
really
knows
what
may
not
happen
to
him
.
I
can
’
t
come
in
;
I
am
so
weak
that
I
shall
fall
down
directly
.
And
so
good
evening
and
good
-
bye
!
Come
and
see
me
to
-
morrow
.
”
