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“
You
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
continued
Svidrigaïlov
,
shaking
with
laughter
.
“
I
assure
you
on
my
honour
,
dear
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
that
you
have
interested
me
enormously
.
I
told
you
we
should
become
friends
,
I
foretold
it
.
Well
,
here
we
have
.
And
you
will
see
what
an
accommodating
person
I
am
.
You
’
ll
see
that
you
can
get
on
with
me
!
”
A
strange
period
began
for
Raskolnikov
:
it
was
as
though
a
fog
had
fallen
upon
him
and
wrapped
him
in
a
dreary
solitude
from
which
there
was
no
escape
.
Recalling
that
period
long
after
,
he
believed
that
his
mind
had
been
clouded
at
times
,
and
that
it
had
continued
so
,
with
intervals
,
till
the
final
catastrophe
.
He
was
convinced
that
he
had
been
mistaken
about
many
things
at
that
time
,
for
instance
as
to
the
date
of
certain
events
.
Anyway
,
when
he
tried
later
on
to
piece
his
recollections
together
,
he
learnt
a
great
deal
about
himself
from
what
other
people
told
him
.
He
had
mixed
up
incidents
and
had
explained
events
as
due
to
circumstances
which
existed
only
in
his
imagination
.
At
times
he
was
a
prey
to
agonies
of
morbid
uneasiness
,
amounting
sometimes
to
panic
.
But
he
remembered
,
too
,
moments
,
hours
,
perhaps
whole
days
,
of
complete
apathy
,
which
came
upon
him
as
a
reaction
from
his
previous
terror
and
might
be
compared
with
the
abnormal
insensibility
,
sometimes
seen
in
the
dying
.
He
seemed
to
be
trying
in
that
latter
stage
to
escape
from
a
full
and
clear
understanding
of
his
position
.
Certain
essential
facts
which
required
immediate
consideration
were
particularly
irksome
to
him
.
How
glad
he
would
have
been
to
be
free
from
some
cares
,
the
neglect
of
which
would
have
threatened
him
with
complete
,
inevitable
ruin
.
He
was
particularly
worried
about
Svidrigaïlov
,
he
might
be
said
to
be
permanently
thinking
of
Svidrigaïlov
.
From
the
time
of
Svidrigaïlov
’
s
too
menacing
and
unmistakable
words
in
Sonia
’
s
room
at
the
moment
of
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
death
,
the
normal
working
of
his
mind
seemed
to
break
down
.
But
although
this
new
fact
caused
him
extreme
uneasiness
,
Raskolnikov
was
in
no
hurry
for
an
explanation
of
it
.
At
times
,
finding
himself
in
a
solitary
and
remote
part
of
the
town
,
in
some
wretched
eating
-
house
,
sitting
alone
lost
in
thought
,
hardly
knowing
how
he
had
come
there
,
he
suddenly
thought
of
Svidrigaïlov
.
He
recognised
suddenly
,
clearly
,
and
with
dismay
that
he
ought
at
once
to
come
to
an
understanding
with
that
man
and
to
make
what
terms
he
could
.
Walking
outside
the
city
gates
one
day
,
he
positively
fancied
that
they
had
fixed
a
meeting
there
,
that
he
was
waiting
for
Svidrigaïlov
.
Another
time
he
woke
up
before
daybreak
lying
on
the
ground
under
some
bushes
and
could
not
at
first
understand
how
he
had
come
there
.
But
during
the
two
or
three
days
after
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
death
,
he
had
two
or
three
times
met
Svidrigaïlov
at
Sonia
’
s
lodging
,
where
he
had
gone
aimlessly
for
a
moment
.
They
exchanged
a
few
words
and
made
no
reference
to
the
vital
subject
,
as
though
they
were
tacitly
agreed
not
to
speak
of
it
for
a
time
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
body
was
still
lying
in
the
coffin
,
Svidrigaïlov
was
busy
making
arrangements
for
the
funeral
.
Sonia
too
was
very
busy
.
At
their
last
meeting
Svidrigaïlov
informed
Raskolnikov
that
he
had
made
an
arrangement
,
and
a
very
satisfactory
one
,
for
Katerina
Ivanovna
’
s
children
;
that
he
had
,
through
certain
connections
,
succeeded
in
getting
hold
of
certain
personages
by
whose
help
the
three
orphans
could
be
at
once
placed
in
very
suitable
institutions
;
that
the
money
he
had
settled
on
them
had
been
of
great
assistance
,
as
it
is
much
easier
to
place
orphans
with
some
property
than
destitute
ones
.
He
said
something
too
about
Sonia
and
promised
to
come
himself
in
a
day
or
two
to
see
Raskolnikov
,
mentioning
that
“
he
would
like
to
consult
with
him
,
that
there
were
things
they
must
talk
over
.
.
.
.
”
This
conversation
took
place
in
the
passage
on
the
stairs
.
Svidrigaïlov
looked
intently
at
Raskolnikov
and
suddenly
,
after
a
brief
pause
,
dropping
his
voice
,
asked
:
“
But
how
is
it
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
;
you
don
’
t
seem
yourself
?
You
look
and
you
listen
,
but
you
don
’
t
seem
to
understand
.
Cheer
up
!
We
’
ll
talk
things
over
;
I
am
only
sorry
,
I
’
ve
so
much
to
do
of
my
own
business
and
other
people
’
s
.
Ah
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
”
he
added
suddenly
,
“
what
all
men
need
is
fresh
air
,
fresh
air
.
.
.
more
than
anything
!
”
He
moved
to
one
side
to
make
way
for
the
priest
and
server
,
who
were
coming
up
the
stairs
.
They
had
come
for
the
requiem
service
.
By
Svidrigaïlov
’
s
orders
it
was
sung
twice
a
day
punctually
.
Svidrigaïlov
went
his
way
.
Raskolnikov
stood
still
a
moment
,
thought
,
and
followed
the
priest
into
Sonia
’
s
room
.
He
stood
at
the
door
.
They
began
quietly
,
slowly
and
mournfully
singing
the
service
.
