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“
Because
it
isn
’
t
.
”
“
Well
,
brother
,
I
don
’
t
mind
that
.
It
’
s
a
good
place
.
When
you
are
asked
,
you
just
say
he
was
going
,
he
said
,
to
America
.
”
He
put
the
revolver
to
his
right
temple
.
“
You
can
’
t
do
it
here
,
it
’
s
not
the
place
,
”
cried
Achilles
,
rousing
himself
,
his
eyes
growing
bigger
and
bigger
.
Svidrigaïlov
pulled
the
trigger
.
The
same
day
,
about
seven
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
,
Raskolnikov
was
on
his
way
to
his
mother
’
s
and
sister
’
s
lodging
—
the
lodging
in
Bakaleyev
’
s
house
which
Razumihin
had
found
for
them
.
The
stairs
went
up
from
the
street
.
Raskolnikov
walked
with
lagging
steps
,
as
though
still
hesitating
whether
to
go
or
not
.
But
nothing
would
have
turned
him
back
:
his
decision
was
taken
.
“
Besides
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
,
they
still
know
nothing
,
”
he
thought
,
“
and
they
are
used
to
thinking
of
me
as
eccentric
.
”
He
was
appallingly
dressed
:
his
clothes
torn
and
dirty
,
soaked
with
a
night
’
s
rain
.
His
face
was
almost
distorted
from
fatigue
,
exposure
,
the
inward
conflict
that
had
lasted
for
twenty
-
four
hours
.
He
had
spent
all
the
previous
night
alone
,
God
knows
where
.
But
anyway
he
had
reached
a
decision
.
He
knocked
at
the
door
which
was
opened
by
his
mother
.
Dounia
was
not
at
home
.
Even
the
servant
happened
to
be
out
.
At
first
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
was
speechless
with
joy
and
surprise
;
then
she
took
him
by
the
hand
and
drew
him
into
the
room
.
“
Here
you
are
!
”
she
began
,
faltering
with
joy
.
“
Don
’
t
be
angry
with
me
,
Rodya
,
for
welcoming
you
so
foolishly
with
tears
:
I
am
laughing
not
crying
.
Did
you
think
I
was
crying
?
No
,
I
am
delighted
,
but
I
’
ve
got
into
such
a
stupid
habit
of
shedding
tears
.
I
’
ve
been
like
that
ever
since
your
father
’
s
death
.
I
cry
for
anything
.
Sit
down
,
dear
boy
,
you
must
be
tired
;
I
see
you
are
.
Ah
,
how
muddy
you
are
.
”
