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But
keep
a
good
heart
and
have
less
fear
!
Are
you
afraid
of
the
great
expiation
before
you
?
No
,
it
would
be
shameful
to
be
afraid
of
it
.
Since
you
have
taken
such
a
step
,
you
must
harden
your
heart
.
There
is
justice
in
it
.
You
must
fulfil
the
demands
of
justice
.
I
know
that
you
don
’
t
believe
it
,
but
indeed
,
life
will
bring
you
through
.
You
will
live
it
down
in
time
.
What
you
need
now
is
fresh
air
,
fresh
air
,
fresh
air
!
”
Raskolnikov
positively
started
.
“
But
who
are
you
?
what
prophet
are
you
?
From
the
height
of
what
majestic
calm
do
you
proclaim
these
words
of
wisdom
?
”
“
Who
am
I
?
I
am
a
man
with
nothing
to
hope
for
,
that
’
s
all
.
A
man
perhaps
of
feeling
and
sympathy
,
maybe
of
some
knowledge
too
,
but
my
day
is
over
.
But
you
are
a
different
matter
,
there
is
life
waiting
for
you
.
Though
,
who
knows
?
maybe
your
life
,
too
,
will
pass
off
in
smoke
and
come
to
nothing
.
Come
,
what
does
it
matter
,
that
you
will
pass
into
another
class
of
men
?
It
’
s
not
comfort
you
regret
,
with
your
heart
!
What
of
it
that
perhaps
no
one
will
see
you
for
so
long
?
It
’
s
not
time
,
but
yourself
that
will
decide
that
.
Be
the
sun
and
all
will
see
you
.
The
sun
has
before
all
to
be
the
sun
.
Why
are
you
smiling
again
?
At
my
being
such
a
Schiller
?
I
bet
you
’
re
imagining
that
I
am
trying
to
get
round
you
by
flattery
.
Well
,
perhaps
I
am
,
he
-
he
-
he
!
Perhaps
you
’
d
better
not
believe
my
word
,
perhaps
you
’
d
better
never
believe
it
altogether
—
I
’
m
made
that
way
,
I
confess
it
.
But
let
me
add
,
you
can
judge
for
yourself
,
I
think
,
how
far
I
am
a
base
sort
of
man
and
how
far
I
am
honest
.
”
“
When
do
you
mean
to
arrest
me
?
”
“
Well
,
I
can
let
you
walk
about
another
day
or
two
.
Think
it
over
,
my
dear
fellow
,
and
pray
to
God
.
It
’
s
more
in
your
interest
,
believe
me
.
”
“
And
what
if
I
run
away
?
”
asked
Raskolnikov
with
a
strange
smile
.
“
No
,
you
won
’
t
run
away
.
A
peasant
would
run
away
,
a
fashionable
dissenter
would
run
away
,
the
flunkey
of
another
man
’
s
thought
,
for
you
’
ve
only
to
show
him
the
end
of
your
little
finger
and
he
’
ll
be
ready
to
believe
in
anything
for
the
rest
of
his
life
.
But
you
’
ve
ceased
to
believe
in
your
theory
already
,
what
will
you
run
away
with
?
And
what
would
you
do
in
hiding
?
It
would
be
hateful
and
difficult
for
you
,
and
what
you
need
more
than
anything
in
life
is
a
definite
position
,
an
atmosphere
to
suit
you
.
And
what
sort
of
atmosphere
would
you
have
?
If
you
ran
away
,
you
’
d
come
back
to
yourself
.
You
can
’
t
get
on
without
us
.
And
if
I
put
you
in
prison
—
say
you
’
ve
been
there
a
month
,
or
two
,
or
three
—
remember
my
word
,
you
’
ll
confess
of
yourself
and
perhaps
to
your
own
surprise
.
You
won
’
t
know
an
hour
beforehand
that
you
are
coming
with
a
confession
.
I
am
convinced
that
you
will
decide
,
‘
to
take
your
suffering
.
’
You
don
’
t
believe
my
words
now
,
but
you
’
ll
come
to
it
of
yourself
.
For
suffering
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
is
a
great
thing
.
Never
mind
my
having
grown
fat
,
I
know
all
the
same
.
Don
’
t
laugh
at
it
,
there
’
s
an
idea
in
suffering
,
Nikolay
is
right
.
No
,
you
won
’
t
run
away
,
Rodion
Romanovitch
.
”
Raskolnikov
got
up
and
took
his
cap
.
Porfiry
Petrovitch
also
rose
