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And
she
,
almost
crying
herself
—
which
did
not
stop
her
uninterrupted
,
rapid
flow
of
talk
—
pointed
to
the
crying
children
.
Raskolnikov
tried
to
persuade
her
to
go
home
,
and
even
said
,
hoping
to
work
on
her
vanity
,
that
it
was
unseemly
for
her
to
be
wandering
about
the
streets
like
an
organ
-
grinder
,
as
she
was
intending
to
become
the
principal
of
a
boarding
-
school
.
“
A
boarding
-
school
,
ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
A
castle
in
the
air
,
”
cried
Katerina
Ivanovna
,
her
laugh
ending
in
a
cough
.
“
No
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
that
dream
is
over
!
All
have
forsaken
us
!
.
.
.
And
that
general
.
.
.
.
You
know
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
I
threw
an
inkpot
at
him
—
it
happened
to
be
standing
in
the
waiting
-
room
by
the
paper
where
you
sign
your
name
.
I
wrote
my
name
,
threw
it
at
him
and
ran
away
.
Oh
,
the
scoundrels
,
the
scoundrels
!
But
enough
of
them
,
now
I
’
ll
provide
for
the
children
myself
,
I
won
’
t
bow
down
to
anybody
!
She
has
had
to
bear
enough
for
us
!
”
she
pointed
to
Sonia
.
“
Polenka
,
how
much
have
you
got
?
Show
me
!
What
,
only
two
farthings
!
Oh
,
the
mean
wretches
!
They
give
us
nothing
,
only
run
after
us
,
putting
their
tongues
out
.
There
,
what
is
that
blockhead
laughing
at
?
”
(
She
pointed
to
a
man
in
the
crowd
.
)
“
It
’
s
all
because
Kolya
here
is
so
stupid
;
I
have
such
a
bother
with
him
.
What
do
you
want
,
Polenka
?
Tell
me
in
French
,
parlez
-
moi
français
.
Why
,
I
’
ve
taught
you
,
you
know
some
phrases
.
Else
how
are
you
to
show
that
you
are
of
good
family
,
well
brought
-
up
children
,
and
not
at
all
like
other
organ
-
grinders
?
We
aren
’
t
going
to
have
a
Punch
and
Judy
show
in
the
street
,
but
to
sing
a
genteel
song
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
yes
,
.
.
.
What
are
we
to
sing
?
You
keep
putting
me
out
,
but
we
.
.
.
you
see
,
we
are
standing
here
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
to
find
something
to
sing
and
get
money
,
something
Kolya
can
dance
to
.
.
.
.
For
,
as
you
can
fancy
,
our
performance
is
all
impromptu
.
.
.
.
We
must
talk
it
over
and
rehearse
it
all
thoroughly
,
and
then
we
shall
go
to
Nevsky
,
where
there
are
far
more
people
of
good
society
,
and
we
shall
be
noticed
at
once
.
Lida
knows
‘
My
Village
’
only
,
nothing
but
‘
My
Village
,
’
and
everyone
sings
that
.
We
must
sing
something
far
more
genteel
.
.
.
.
Well
,
have
you
thought
of
anything
,
Polenka
?
If
only
you
’
d
help
your
mother
!
My
memory
’
s
quite
gone
,
or
I
should
have
thought
of
something
.
We
really
can
’
t
sing
‘
An
Hussar
.
’
Ah
,
let
us
sing
in
French
,
‘
Cinq
sous
,
’
I
have
taught
it
you
,
I
have
taught
it
you
.
And
as
it
is
in
French
,
people
will
see
at
once
that
you
are
children
of
good
family
,
and
that
will
be
much
more
touching
.
.
.
.
You
might
sing
‘
Marlborough
s
’
en
va
-
t
-
en
guerre
,
’
for
that
’
s
quite
a
child
’
s
song
and
is
sung
as
a
lullaby
in
all
the
aristocratic
houses
.
“
Marlborough
s
’
en
va
-
t
-
en
guerre
Ne
sait
quand
reviendra
.
.
.
”
she
began
singing
.
“
But
no
,
better
sing
‘
Cinq
sous
.
’
Now
,
Kolya
,
your
hands
on
your
hips
,
make
haste
,
and
you
,
Lida
,
keep
turning
the
other
way
,
and
Polenka
and
I
will
sing
and
clap
our
hands
!
“
Cinq
sous
,
cinq
sous
Pour
monter
notre
menage
.
”
(
Cough
-
cough
-
cough
!
)
“
Set
your
dress
straight
,
Polenka
,
it
’
s
slipped
down
on
your
shoulders
,
”
she
observed
,
panting
from
coughing
.
“
Now
it
’
s
particularly
necessary
to
behave
nicely
and
genteelly
,
that
all
may
see
that
you
are
well
-
born
children
.
I
said
at
the
time
that
the
bodice
should
be
cut
longer
,
and
made
of
two
widths
.
It
was
your
fault
,
Sonia
,
with
your
advice
to
make
it
shorter
,
and
now
you
see
the
child
is
quite
deformed
by
it
.
.
.
.
Why
,
you
’
re
all
crying
again
!
What
’
s
the
matter
,
stupids
?
Come
,
Kolya
,
begin
.
Make
haste
,
make
haste
!
Oh
,
what
an
unbearable
child
!
“
Cinq
sous
,
cinq
sous
.
“
A
policeman
again
!
What
do
you
want
?
”
A
policeman
was
indeed
forcing
his
way
through
the
crowd
.
