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He
heard
his
name
called
.
He
looked
round
.
Lebeziatnikov
rushed
up
to
him
.
“
Only
fancy
,
I
’
ve
been
to
your
room
looking
for
you
.
Only
fancy
,
she
’
s
carried
out
her
plan
,
and
taken
away
the
children
.
Sofya
Semyonovna
and
I
have
had
a
job
to
find
them
.
She
is
rapping
on
a
frying
-
pan
and
making
the
children
dance
.
The
children
are
crying
.
They
keep
stopping
at
the
cross
-
roads
and
in
front
of
shops
;
there
’
s
a
crowd
of
fools
running
after
them
.
Come
along
!
”
“
And
Sonia
?
”
Raskolnikov
asked
anxiously
,
hurrying
after
Lebeziatnikov
.
“
Simply
frantic
.
That
is
,
it
’
s
not
Sofya
Semyonovna
’
s
frantic
,
but
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
though
Sofya
Semyonova
’
s
frantic
too
.
But
Katerina
Ivanovna
is
absolutely
frantic
.
I
tell
you
she
is
quite
mad
.
They
’
ll
be
taken
to
the
police
.
You
can
fancy
what
an
effect
that
will
have
.
.
.
.
They
are
on
the
canal
bank
,
near
the
bridge
now
,
not
far
from
Sofya
Semyonovna
’
s
,
quite
close
.
”
On
the
canal
bank
near
the
bridge
and
not
two
houses
away
from
the
one
where
Sonia
lodged
,
there
was
a
crowd
of
people
,
consisting
principally
of
gutter
children
.
The
hoarse
broken
voice
of
Katerina
Ivanovna
could
be
heard
from
the
bridge
,
and
it
certainly
was
a
strange
spectacle
likely
to
attract
a
street
crowd
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
in
her
old
dress
with
the
green
shawl
,
wearing
a
torn
straw
hat
,
crushed
in
a
hideous
way
on
one
side
,
was
really
frantic
.
She
was
exhausted
and
breathless
.
Her
wasted
consumptive
face
looked
more
suffering
than
ever
,
and
indeed
out
of
doors
in
the
sunshine
a
consumptive
always
looks
worse
than
at
home
.
But
her
excitement
did
not
flag
,
and
every
moment
her
irritation
grew
more
intense
.
She
rushed
at
the
children
,
shouted
at
them
,
coaxed
them
,
told
them
before
the
crowd
how
to
dance
and
what
to
sing
,
began
explaining
to
them
why
it
was
necessary
,
and
driven
to
desperation
by
their
not
understanding
,
beat
them
.
.
.
.
Then
she
would
make
a
rush
at
the
crowd
;
if
she
noticed
any
decently
dressed
person
stopping
to
look
,
she
immediately
appealed
to
him
to
see
what
these
children
“
from
a
genteel
,
one
may
say
aristocratic
,
house
”
had
been
brought
to
.
If
she
heard
laughter
or
jeering
in
the
crowd
,
she
would
rush
at
once
at
the
scoffers
and
begin
squabbling
with
them
.
Some
people
laughed
,
others
shook
their
heads
,
but
everyone
felt
curious
at
the
sight
of
the
madwoman
with
the
frightened
children
.
The
frying
-
pan
of
which
Lebeziatnikov
had
spoken
was
not
there
,
at
least
Raskolnikov
did
not
see
it
.
But
instead
of
rapping
on
the
pan
,
Katerina
Ivanovna
began
clapping
her
wasted
hands
,
when
she
made
Lida
and
Kolya
dance
and
Polenka
sing
.
She
too
joined
in
the
singing
,
but
broke
down
at
the
second
note
with
a
fearful
cough
,
which
made
her
curse
in
despair
and
even
shed
tears
.
What
made
her
most
furious
was
the
weeping
and
terror
of
Kolya
and
Lida
.
Some
effort
had
been
made
to
dress
the
children
up
as
street
singers
are
dressed
.
The
boy
had
on
a
turban
made
of
something
red
and
white
to
look
like
a
Turk
.
There
had
been
no
costume
for
Lida
;
she
simply
had
a
red
knitted
cap
,
or
rather
a
night
cap
that
had
belonged
to
Marmeladov
,
decorated
with
a
broken
piece
of
white
ostrich
feather
,
which
had
been
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
grandmother
’
s
and
had
been
preserved
as
a
family
possession
.
Polenka
was
in
her
everyday
dress
;
she
looked
in
timid
perplexity
at
her
mother
,
and
kept
at
her
side
,
hiding
her
tears
.
She
dimly
realised
her
mother
’
s
condition
,
and
looked
uneasily
about
her
.
She
was
terribly
frightened
of
the
street
and
the
crowd
.
Sonia
followed
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
weeping
and
beseeching
her
to
return
home
,
but
Katerina
Ivanovna
was
not
to
be
persuaded
.
“
Leave
off
,
Sonia
,
leave
off
,
”
she
shouted
,
speaking
fast
,
panting
and
coughing
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
what
you
ask
;
you
are
like
a
child
!
I
’
ve
told
you
before
that
I
am
not
coming
back
to
that
drunken
German
.
Let
everyone
,
let
all
Petersburg
see
the
children
begging
in
the
streets
,
though
their
father
was
an
honourable
man
who
served
all
his
life
in
truth
and
fidelity
,
and
one
may
say
died
in
the
service
.
”
(
Katerina
Ivanovna
had
by
now
invented
this
fantastic
story
and
thoroughly
believed
it
.
)
“
Let
that
wretch
of
a
general
see
it
!
And
you
are
silly
,
Sonia
:
what
have
we
to
eat
?
Tell
me
that
.
We
have
worried
you
enough
,
I
won
’
t
go
on
so
!
Ah
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
is
that
you
?
”
she
cried
,
seeing
Raskolnikov
and
rushing
up
to
him
.
“
Explain
to
this
silly
girl
,
please
,
that
nothing
better
could
be
done
!
Even
organ
-
grinders
earn
their
living
,
and
everyone
will
see
at
once
that
we
are
different
,
that
we
are
an
honourable
and
bereaved
family
reduced
to
beggary
.
And
that
general
will
lose
his
post
,
you
’
ll
see
!
We
shall
perform
under
his
windows
every
day
,
and
if
the
Tsar
drives
by
,
I
’
ll
fall
on
my
knees
,
put
the
children
before
me
,
show
them
to
him
,
and
say
‘
Defend
us
father
.
’
He
is
the
father
of
the
fatherless
,
he
is
merciful
,
he
’
ll
protect
us
,
you
’
ll
see
,
and
that
wretch
of
a
general
.
.
.
.
Lida
,
tenez
vous
droite
!
Kolya
,
you
’
ll
dance
again
.
Why
are
you
whimpering
?
Whimpering
again
!
What
are
you
afraid
of
,
stupid
?
Goodness
,
what
am
I
to
do
with
them
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
?
If
you
only
knew
how
stupid
they
are
!
What
’
s
one
to
do
with
such
children
?
”
