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Sonia
screamed
.
“
At
least
it
seems
so
.
But
.
.
.
we
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
,
you
see
!
She
came
back
—
she
seems
to
have
been
turned
out
somewhere
,
perhaps
beaten
.
.
.
.
So
it
seems
at
least
,
.
.
.
She
had
run
to
your
father
’
s
former
chief
,
she
didn
’
t
find
him
at
home
:
he
was
dining
at
some
other
general
’
s
.
.
.
.
Only
fancy
,
she
rushed
off
there
,
to
the
other
general
’
s
,
and
,
imagine
,
she
was
so
persistent
that
she
managed
to
get
the
chief
to
see
her
,
had
him
fetched
out
from
dinner
,
it
seems
.
You
can
imagine
what
happened
.
She
was
turned
out
,
of
course
;
but
,
according
to
her
own
story
,
she
abused
him
and
threw
something
at
him
.
One
may
well
believe
it
.
.
.
.
How
it
is
she
wasn
’
t
taken
up
,
I
can
’
t
understand
!
Now
she
is
telling
everyone
,
including
Amalia
Ivanovna
;
but
it
’
s
difficult
to
understand
her
,
she
is
screaming
and
flinging
herself
about
.
.
.
.
Oh
yes
,
she
shouts
that
since
everyone
has
abandoned
her
,
she
will
take
the
children
and
go
into
the
street
with
a
barrel
-
organ
,
and
the
children
will
sing
and
dance
,
and
she
too
,
and
collect
money
,
and
will
go
every
day
under
the
general
’
s
window
.
.
.
‘
to
let
everyone
see
well
-
born
children
,
whose
father
was
an
official
,
begging
in
the
street
.
’
She
keeps
beating
the
children
and
they
are
all
crying
.
She
is
teaching
Lida
to
sing
‘
My
Village
,
’
the
boy
to
dance
,
Polenka
the
same
.
She
is
tearing
up
all
the
clothes
,
and
making
them
little
caps
like
actors
;
she
means
to
carry
a
tin
basin
and
make
it
tinkle
,
instead
of
music
.
.
.
.
She
won
’
t
listen
to
anything
.
.
.
.
Imagine
the
state
of
things
!
It
’
s
beyond
anything
!
”
Lebeziatnikov
would
have
gone
on
,
but
Sonia
,
who
had
heard
him
almost
breathless
,
snatched
up
her
cloak
and
hat
,
and
ran
out
of
the
room
,
putting
on
her
things
as
she
went
.
Raskolnikov
followed
her
and
Lebeziatnikov
came
after
him
.
“
She
has
certainly
gone
mad
!
”
he
said
to
Raskolnikov
,
as
they
went
out
into
the
street
.
“
I
didn
’
t
want
to
frighten
Sofya
Semyonovna
,
so
I
said
‘
it
seemed
like
it
,
’
but
there
isn
’
t
a
doubt
of
it
.
They
say
that
in
consumption
the
tubercles
sometimes
occur
in
the
brain
;
it
’
s
a
pity
I
know
nothing
of
medicine
.
I
did
try
to
persuade
her
,
but
she
wouldn
’
t
listen
.
”
“
Did
you
talk
to
her
about
the
tubercles
?
”
“
Not
precisely
of
the
tubercles
.
Besides
,
she
wouldn
’
t
have
understood
!
But
what
I
say
is
,
that
if
you
convince
a
person
logically
that
he
has
nothing
to
cry
about
,
he
’
ll
stop
crying
.
That
’
s
clear
.
Is
it
your
conviction
that
he
won
’
t
?
”
“
Life
would
be
too
easy
if
it
were
so
,
”
answered
Raskolnikov
.
“
Excuse
me
,
excuse
me
;
of
course
it
would
be
rather
difficult
for
Katerina
Ivanovna
to
understand
,
but
do
you
know
that
in
Paris
they
have
been
conducting
serious
experiments
as
to
the
possibility
of
curing
the
insane
,
simply
by
logical
argument
?
One
professor
there
,
a
scientific
man
of
standing
,
lately
dead
,
believed
in
the
possibility
of
such
treatment
.
His
idea
was
that
there
’
s
nothing
really
wrong
with
the
physical
organism
of
the
insane
,
and
that
insanity
is
,
so
to
say
,
a
logical
mistake
,
an
error
of
judgment
,
an
incorrect
view
of
things
.
He
gradually
showed
the
madman
his
error
and
,
would
you
believe
it
,
they
say
he
was
successful
?
But
as
he
made
use
of
douches
too
,
how
far
success
was
due
to
that
treatment
remains
uncertain
.
.
.
.
So
it
seems
at
least
.
”
Raskolnikov
had
long
ceased
to
listen
.
Reaching
the
house
where
he
lived
,
he
nodded
to
Lebeziatnikov
and
went
in
at
the
gate
.
Lebeziatnikov
woke
up
with
a
start
,
looked
about
him
and
hurried
on
.
