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But
the
commissariat
clerk
was
unwilling
to
let
him
off
so
easily
:
he
picked
up
a
glass
from
the
table
,
brandished
it
in
the
air
and
flung
it
at
Pyotr
Petrovitch
;
but
the
glass
flew
straight
at
Amalia
Ivanovna
.
She
screamed
,
and
the
clerk
,
overbalancing
,
fell
heavily
under
the
table
.
Pyotr
Petrovitch
made
his
way
to
his
room
and
half
an
hour
later
had
left
the
house
.
Sonia
,
timid
by
nature
,
had
felt
before
that
day
that
she
could
be
ill
-
treated
more
easily
than
anyone
,
and
that
she
could
be
wronged
with
impunity
.
Yet
till
that
moment
she
had
fancied
that
she
might
escape
misfortune
by
care
,
gentleness
and
submissiveness
before
everyone
.
Her
disappointment
was
too
great
.
She
could
,
of
course
,
bear
with
patience
and
almost
without
murmur
anything
,
even
this
.
But
for
the
first
minute
she
felt
it
too
bitter
.
In
spite
of
her
triumph
and
her
justification
—
when
her
first
terror
and
stupefaction
had
passed
and
she
could
understand
it
all
clearly
—
the
feeling
of
her
helplessness
and
of
the
wrong
done
to
her
made
her
heart
throb
with
anguish
and
she
was
overcome
with
hysterical
weeping
.
At
last
,
unable
to
bear
any
more
,
she
rushed
out
of
the
room
and
ran
home
,
almost
immediately
after
Luzhin
’
s
departure
.
When
amidst
loud
laughter
the
glass
flew
at
Amalia
Ivanovna
,
it
was
more
than
the
landlady
could
endure
.
With
a
shriek
she
rushed
like
a
fury
at
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
considering
her
to
blame
for
everything
.
“
Out
of
my
lodgings
!
At
once
!
Quick
march
!
”
And
with
these
words
she
began
snatching
up
everything
she
could
lay
her
hands
on
that
belonged
to
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
and
throwing
it
on
the
floor
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
pale
,
almost
fainting
,
and
gasping
for
breath
,
jumped
up
from
the
bed
where
she
had
sunk
in
exhaustion
and
darted
at
Amalia
Ivanovna
.
But
the
battle
was
too
unequal
:
the
landlady
waved
her
away
like
a
feather
.
“
What
!
As
though
that
godless
calumny
was
not
enough
—
this
vile
creature
attacks
me
!
What
!
On
the
day
of
my
husband
’
s
funeral
I
am
turned
out
of
my
lodging
!
After
eating
my
bread
and
salt
she
turns
me
into
the
street
,
with
my
orphans
!
Where
am
I
to
go
?
”
wailed
the
poor
woman
,
sobbing
and
gasping
.
“
Good
God
!
”
she
cried
with
flashing
eyes
,
“
is
there
no
justice
upon
earth
?
Whom
should
you
protect
if
not
us
orphans
?
We
shall
see
!
There
is
law
and
justice
on
earth
,
there
is
,
I
will
find
it
!
Wait
a
bit
,
godless
creature
!
Polenka
,
stay
with
the
children
,
I
’
ll
come
back
.
Wait
for
me
,
if
you
have
to
wait
in
the
street
.
We
will
see
whether
there
is
justice
on
earth
!
”
And
throwing
over
her
head
that
green
shawl
which
Marmeladov
had
mentioned
to
Raskolnikov
,
Katerina
Ivanovna
squeezed
her
way
through
the
disorderly
and
drunken
crowd
of
lodgers
who
still
filled
the
room
,
and
,
wailing
and
tearful
,
she
ran
into
the
street
—
with
a
vague
intention
of
going
at
once
somewhere
to
find
justice
.
Polenka
with
the
two
little
ones
in
her
arms
crouched
,
terrified
,
on
the
trunk
in
the
corner
of
the
room
,
where
she
waited
trembling
for
her
mother
to
come
back
Amalia
Ivanovna
raged
about
the
room
,
shrieking
,
lamenting
and
throwing
everything
she
came
across
on
the
floor
.
The
lodgers
talked
incoherently
,
some
commented
to
the
best
of
their
ability
on
what
had
happened
,
others
quarrelled
and
swore
at
one
another
,
while
others
struck
up
a
song
.
.
.
.
“
Now
it
’
s
time
for
me
to
go
,
”
thought
Raskolnikov
.
“
Well
,
Sofya
Semyonovna
,
we
shall
see
what
you
’
ll
say
now
!
”
And
he
set
off
in
the
direction
of
Sonia
’
s
lodgings
.
Raskolnikov
had
been
a
vigorous
and
active
champion
of
Sonia
against
Luzhin
,
although
he
had
such
a
load
of
horror
and
anguish
in
his
own
heart
.
But
having
gone
through
so
much
in
the
morning
,
he
found
a
sort
of
relief
in
a
change
of
sensations
,
apart
from
the
strong
personal
feeling
which
impelled
him
to
defend
Sonia
.
He
was
agitated
too
,
especially
at
some
moments
,
by
the
thought
of
his
approaching
interview
with
Sonia
:
he
had
to
tell
her
who
had
killed
Lizaveta
.
He
knew
the
terrible
suffering
it
would
be
to
him
and
,
as
it
were
,
brushed
away
the
thought
of
it
.
So
when
he
cried
as
he
left
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
,
“
Well
,
Sofya
Semyonovna
,
we
shall
see
what
you
’
ll
say
now
!
”
he
was
still
superficially
excited
,
still
vigorous
and
defiant
from
his
triumph
over
Luzhin
.
But
,
strange
to
say
,
by
the
time
he
reached
Sonia
’
s
lodging
,
he
felt
a
sudden
impotence
and
fear
.
He
stood
still
in
hesitation
at
the
door
,
asking
himself
the
strange
question
:
“
Must
he
tell
her
who
killed
Lizaveta
?
”
It
was
a
strange
question
because
he
felt
at
the
very
time
not
only
that
he
could
not
help
telling
her
,
but
also
that
he
could
not
put
off
the
telling
.
He
did
not
yet
know
why
it
must
be
so
,
he
only
felt
it
,
and
the
agonising
sense
of
his
impotence
before
the
inevitable
almost
crushed
him
.
To
cut
short
his
hesitation
and
suffering
,
he
quickly
opened
the
door
and
looked
at
Sonia
from
the
doorway
.
She
was
sitting
with
her
elbows
on
the
table
and
her
face
in
her
hands
,
but
seeing
Raskolnikov
she
got
up
at
once
and
came
to
meet
him
as
though
she
were
expecting
him
.
“
What
would
have
become
of
me
but
for
you
?
”
she
said
quickly
,
meeting
him
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
