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Raskolnikov
went
up
into
the
tavern
.
He
found
Svidrigaïlov
in
a
tiny
back
room
,
adjoining
the
saloon
in
which
merchants
,
clerks
and
numbers
of
people
of
all
sorts
were
drinking
tea
at
twenty
little
tables
to
the
desperate
bawling
of
a
chorus
of
singers
.
The
click
of
billiard
balls
could
be
heard
in
the
distance
.
On
the
table
before
Svidrigaïlov
stood
an
open
bottle
and
a
glass
half
full
of
champagne
.
In
the
room
he
found
also
a
boy
with
a
little
hand
organ
,
a
healthy
-
looking
red
-
cheeked
girl
of
eighteen
,
wearing
a
tucked
-
up
striped
skirt
,
and
a
Tyrolese
hat
with
ribbons
.
In
spite
of
the
chorus
in
the
other
room
,
she
was
singing
some
servants
’
hall
song
in
a
rather
husky
contralto
,
to
the
accompaniment
of
the
organ
.
“
Come
,
that
’
s
enough
,
”
Svidrigaïlov
stopped
her
at
Raskolnikov
’
s
entrance
.
The
girl
at
once
broke
off
and
stood
waiting
respectfully
.
She
had
sung
her
guttural
rhymes
,
too
,
with
a
serious
and
respectful
expression
in
her
face
.
“
Hey
,
Philip
,
a
glass
!
”
shouted
Svidrigaïlov
.
“
I
won
’
t
drink
anything
,
”
said
Raskolnikov
.
“
As
you
like
,
I
didn
’
t
mean
it
for
you
.
Drink
,
Katia
!
I
don
’
t
want
anything
more
to
-
day
,
you
can
go
.
”
He
poured
her
out
a
full
glass
,
and
laid
down
a
yellow
note
.
Katia
drank
off
her
glass
of
wine
,
as
women
do
,
without
putting
it
down
,
in
twenty
gulps
,
took
the
note
and
kissed
Svidrigaïlov
’
s
hand
,
which
he
allowed
quite
seriously
.
She
went
out
of
the
room
and
the
boy
trailed
after
her
with
the
organ
.
Both
had
been
brought
in
from
the
street
.
Svidrigaïlov
had
not
been
a
week
in
Petersburg
,
but
everything
about
him
was
already
,
so
to
speak
,
on
a
patriarchal
footing
;
the
waiter
,
Philip
,
was
by
now
an
old
friend
and
very
obsequious
.
The
door
leading
to
the
saloon
had
a
lock
on
it
.
Svidrigaïlov
was
at
home
in
this
room
and
perhaps
spent
whole
days
in
it
.
The
tavern
was
dirty
and
wretched
,
not
even
second
-
rate
.
“
I
was
going
to
see
you
and
looking
for
you
,
”
Raskolnikov
began
,
“
but
I
don
’
t
know
what
made
me
turn
from
the
Hay
Market
into
the
X
.
Prospect
just
now
.
I
never
take
this
turning
.
I
turn
to
the
right
from
the
Hay
Market
.
And
this
isn
’
t
the
way
to
you
.
I
simply
turned
and
here
you
are
.
It
is
strange
!
”
“
Why
don
’
t
you
say
at
once
‘
it
’
s
a
miracle
’
?
”
“
Because
it
may
be
only
chance
.
”
