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She
positively
pounced
upon
him
,
and
made
him
sit
on
her
left
hand
(
Amalia
Ivanovna
was
on
her
right
)
.
In
spite
of
her
continual
anxiety
that
the
dishes
should
be
passed
round
correctly
and
that
everyone
should
taste
them
,
in
spite
of
the
agonising
cough
which
interrupted
her
every
minute
and
seemed
to
have
grown
worse
during
the
last
few
days
,
she
hastened
to
pour
out
in
a
half
whisper
to
Raskolnikov
all
her
suppressed
feelings
and
her
just
indignation
at
the
failure
of
the
dinner
,
interspersing
her
remarks
with
lively
and
uncontrollable
laughter
at
the
expense
of
her
visitors
and
especially
of
her
landlady
.
“
It
’
s
all
that
cuckoo
’
s
fault
!
You
know
whom
I
mean
?
Her
,
her
!
”
Katerina
Ivanovna
nodded
towards
the
landlady
.
“
Look
at
her
,
she
’
s
making
round
eyes
,
she
feels
that
we
are
talking
about
her
and
can
’
t
understand
.
Pfoo
,
the
owl
!
Ha
-
ha
!
(
Cough
-
cough
-
cough
.
)
And
what
does
she
put
on
that
cap
for
?
(
Cough
-
cough
-
cough
.
)
Have
you
noticed
that
she
wants
everyone
to
consider
that
she
is
patronising
me
and
doing
me
an
honour
by
being
here
?
I
asked
her
like
a
sensible
woman
to
invite
people
,
especially
those
who
knew
my
late
husband
,
and
look
at
the
set
of
fools
she
has
brought
!
The
sweeps
!
Look
at
that
one
with
the
spotty
face
.
And
those
wretched
Poles
,
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
(
Cough
-
cough
-
cough
.
)
Not
one
of
them
has
ever
poked
his
nose
in
here
,
I
’
ve
never
set
eyes
on
them
.
What
have
they
come
here
for
,
I
ask
you
?
There
they
sit
in
a
row
.
Hey
,
pan
!
”
she
cried
suddenly
to
one
of
them
,
“
have
you
tasted
the
pancakes
?
Take
some
more
!
Have
some
beer
!
Won
’
t
you
have
some
vodka
?
Look
,
he
’
s
jumped
up
and
is
making
his
bows
,
they
must
be
quite
starved
,
poor
things
.
Never
mind
,
let
them
eat
!
They
don
’
t
make
a
noise
,
anyway
,
though
I
’
m
really
afraid
for
our
landlady
’
s
silver
spoons
.
.
.
Amalia
Ivanovna
!
”
she
addressed
her
suddenly
,
almost
aloud
,
“
if
your
spoons
should
happen
to
be
stolen
,
I
won
’
t
be
responsible
,
I
warn
you
!
Ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
”
She
laughed
turning
to
Raskolnikov
,
and
again
nodding
towards
the
landlady
,
in
high
glee
at
her
sally
.
“
She
didn
’
t
understand
,
she
didn
’
t
understand
again
!
Look
how
she
sits
with
her
mouth
open
!
An
owl
,
a
real
owl
!
An
owl
in
new
ribbons
,
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
”
Here
her
laugh
turned
again
to
an
insufferable
fit
of
coughing
that
lasted
five
minutes
.
Drops
of
perspiration
stood
out
on
her
forehead
and
her
handkerchief
was
stained
with
blood
.
She
showed
Raskolnikov
the
blood
in
silence
,
and
as
soon
as
she
could
get
her
breath
began
whispering
to
him
again
with
extreme
animation
and
a
hectic
flush
on
her
cheeks
.
“
Do
you
know
,
I
gave
her
the
most
delicate
instructions
,
so
to
speak
,
for
inviting
that
lady
and
her
daughter
,
you
understand
of
whom
I
am
speaking
?
It
needed
the
utmost
delicacy
,
the
greatest
nicety
,
but
she
has
managed
things
so
that
that
fool
,
that
conceited
baggage
,
that
provincial
nonentity
,
simply
because
she
is
the
widow
of
a
major
,
and
has
come
to
try
and
get
a
pension
and
to
fray
out
her
skirts
in
the
government
offices
,
because
at
fifty
she
paints
her
face
(
everybody
knows
it
)
.
.
.
a
creature
like
that
did
not
think
fit
to
come
,
and
has
not
even
answered
the
invitation
,
which
the
most
ordinary
good
manners
required
!
I
can
’
t
understand
why
Pyotr
Petrovitch
has
not
come
?
But
where
’
s
Sonia
?
Where
has
she
gone
?
Ah
,
there
she
is
at
last
!
what
is
it
,
Sonia
,
where
have
you
been
?
It
’
s
odd
that
even
at
your
father
’
s
funeral
you
should
be
so
unpunctual
.
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
make
room
for
her
beside
you
.
That
’
s
your
place
,
Sonia
.
.
.
take
what
you
like
.
Have
some
of
the
cold
entrée
with
jelly
,
that
’
s
the
best
.
They
’
ll
bring
the
pancakes
directly
.
Have
they
given
the
children
some
?
Polenka
,
have
you
got
everything
?
(
Cough
-
cough
-
cough
.
)
That
’
s
all
right
.
Be
a
good
girl
,
Lida
,
and
,
Kolya
,
don
’
t
fidget
with
your
feet
;
sit
like
a
little
gentleman
.
What
are
you
saying
,
Sonia
?
”
Sonia
hastened
to
give
her
Pyotr
Petrovitch
’
s
apologies
,
trying
to
speak
loud
enough
for
everyone
to
hear
and
carefully
choosing
the
most
respectful
phrases
which
she
attributed
to
Pyotr
Petrovitch
.
She
added
that
Pyotr
Petrovitch
had
particularly
told
her
to
say
that
,
as
soon
as
he
possibly
could
,
he
would
come
immediately
to
discuss
business
alone
with
her
and
to
consider
what
could
be
done
for
her
,
etc
.
,
etc
.
Sonia
knew
that
this
would
comfort
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
would
flatter
her
and
gratify
her
pride
.
She
sat
down
beside
Raskolnikov
;
she
made
him
a
hurried
bow
,
glancing
curiously
at
him
.
But
for
the
rest
of
the
time
she
seemed
to
avoid
looking
at
him
or
speaking
to
him
.
She
seemed
absent
-
minded
,
though
she
kept
looking
at
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
trying
to
please
her
.
Neither
she
nor
Katerina
Ivanovna
had
been
able
to
get
mourning
;
Sonia
was
wearing
dark
brown
,
and
Katerina
Ivanovna
had
on
her
only
dress
,
a
dark
striped
cotton
one
.
The
message
from
Pyotr
Petrovitch
was
very
successful
.
Listening
to
Sonia
with
dignity
,
Katerina
Ivanovna
inquired
with
equal
dignity
how
Pyotr
Petrovitch
was
,
then
at
once
whispered
almost
aloud
to
Raskolnikov
that
it
certainly
would
have
been
strange
for
a
man
of
Pyotr
Petrovitch
’
s
position
and
standing
to
find
himself
in
such
“
extraordinary
company
,
”
in
spite
of
his
devotion
to
her
family
and
his
old
friendship
with
her
father
.
“
That
’
s
why
I
am
so
grateful
to
you
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
that
you
have
not
disdained
my
hospitality
,
even
in
such
surroundings
,
”
she
added
almost
aloud
.
“
But
I
am
sure
that
it
was
only
your
special
affection
for
my
poor
husband
that
has
made
you
keep
your
promise
.
