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“
Do
you
understand
,
sir
,
do
you
understand
what
it
means
when
you
have
absolutely
nowhere
to
turn
?
”
Marmeladov
’
s
question
came
suddenly
into
his
mind
,
“
for
every
man
must
have
somewhere
to
turn
.
.
.
.
”
He
gave
a
sudden
start
;
another
thought
,
that
he
had
had
yesterday
,
slipped
back
into
his
mind
.
But
he
did
not
start
at
the
thought
recurring
to
him
,
for
he
knew
,
he
had
felt
beforehand
,
that
it
must
come
back
,
he
was
expecting
it
;
besides
it
was
not
only
yesterday
’
s
thought
.
The
difference
was
that
a
month
ago
,
yesterday
even
,
the
thought
was
a
mere
dream
:
but
now
.
.
.
now
it
appeared
not
a
dream
at
all
,
it
had
taken
a
new
menacing
and
quite
unfamiliar
shape
,
and
he
suddenly
became
aware
of
this
himself
.
.
.
.
He
felt
a
hammering
in
his
head
,
and
there
was
a
darkness
before
his
eyes
.
He
looked
round
hurriedly
,
he
was
searching
for
something
.
He
wanted
to
sit
down
and
was
looking
for
a
seat
;
he
was
walking
along
the
K
—
—
Boulevard
.
There
was
a
seat
about
a
hundred
paces
in
front
of
him
.
He
walked
towards
it
as
fast
he
could
;
but
on
the
way
he
met
with
a
little
adventure
which
absorbed
all
his
attention
.
Looking
for
the
seat
,
he
had
noticed
a
woman
walking
some
twenty
paces
in
front
of
him
,
but
at
first
he
took
no
more
notice
of
her
than
of
other
objects
that
crossed
his
path
.
It
had
happened
to
him
many
times
going
home
not
to
notice
the
road
by
which
he
was
going
,
and
he
was
accustomed
to
walk
like
that
.
But
there
was
at
first
sight
something
so
strange
about
the
woman
in
front
of
him
,
that
gradually
his
attention
was
riveted
upon
her
,
at
first
reluctantly
and
,
as
it
were
,
resentfully
,
and
then
more
and
more
intently
.
He
felt
a
sudden
desire
to
find
out
what
it
was
that
was
so
strange
about
the
woman
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
appeared
to
be
a
girl
quite
young
,
and
she
was
walking
in
the
great
heat
bareheaded
and
with
no
parasol
or
gloves
,
waving
her
arms
about
in
an
absurd
way
.
She
had
on
a
dress
of
some
light
silky
material
,
but
put
on
strangely
awry
,
not
properly
hooked
up
,
and
torn
open
at
the
top
of
the
skirt
,
close
to
the
waist
:
a
great
piece
was
rent
and
hanging
loose
.
A
little
kerchief
was
flung
about
her
bare
throat
,
but
lay
slanting
on
one
side
.
The
girl
was
walking
unsteadily
,
too
,
stumbling
and
staggering
from
side
to
side
.
She
drew
Raskolnikov
’
s
whole
attention
at
last
.
He
overtook
the
girl
at
the
seat
,
but
,
on
reaching
it
,
she
dropped
down
on
it
,
in
the
corner
;
she
let
her
head
sink
on
the
back
of
the
seat
and
closed
her
eyes
,
apparently
in
extreme
exhaustion
.
Looking
at
her
closely
,
he
saw
at
once
that
she
was
completely
drunk
.
It
was
a
strange
and
shocking
sight
.
He
could
hardly
believe
that
he
was
not
mistaken
.
He
saw
before
him
the
face
of
a
quite
young
,
fair
-
haired
girl
—
sixteen
,
perhaps
not
more
than
fifteen
,
years
old
,
pretty
little
face
,
but
flushed
and
heavy
looking
and
,
as
it
were
,
swollen
.
The
girl
seemed
hardly
to
know
what
she
was
doing
;
she
crossed
one
leg
over
the
other
,
lifting
it
indecorously
,
and
showed
every
sign
of
being
unconscious
that
she
was
in
the
street
.
Raskolnikov
did
not
sit
down
,
but
he
felt
unwilling
to
leave
her
,
and
stood
facing
her
in
perplexity
.
This
boulevard
was
never
much
frequented
;
and
now
,
at
two
o
’
clock
,
in
the
stifling
heat
,
it
was
quite
deserted
.
And
yet
on
the
further
side
of
the
boulevard
,
about
fifteen
paces
away
,
a
gentleman
was
standing
on
the
edge
of
the
pavement
.
He
,
too
,
would
apparently
have
liked
to
approach
the
girl
with
some
object
of
his
own
.
He
,
too
,
had
probably
seen
her
in
the
distance
and
had
followed
her
,
but
found
Raskolnikov
in
his
way
.
He
looked
angrily
at
him
,
though
he
tried
to
escape
his
notice
,
and
stood
impatiently
biding
his
time
,
till
the
unwelcome
man
in
rags
should
have
moved
away
.
His
intentions
were
unmistakable
.
The
gentleman
was
a
plump
,
thickly
-
set
man
,
about
thirty
,
fashionably
dressed
,
with
a
high
colour
,
red
lips
and
moustaches
.
Raskolnikov
felt
furious
;
he
had
a
sudden
longing
to
insult
this
fat
dandy
in
some
way
.
He
left
the
girl
for
a
moment
and
walked
towards
the
gentleman
.
“
Hey
!
You
Svidrigaïlov
!
What
do
you
want
here
?
”
he
shouted
,
clenching
his
fists
and
laughing
,
spluttering
with
rage
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
the
gentleman
asked
sternly
,
scowling
in
haughty
astonishment
.
“
Get
away
,
that
’
s
what
I
mean
.
”
