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“
I
was
in
the
rain
yesterday
,
mother
.
.
.
.
”
Raskolnikov
began
.
“
No
,
no
,
”
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
hurriedly
interrupted
,
“
you
thought
I
was
going
to
cross
-
question
you
in
the
womanish
way
I
used
to
;
don
’
t
be
anxious
,
I
understand
,
I
understand
it
all
:
now
I
’
ve
learned
the
ways
here
and
truly
I
see
for
myself
that
they
are
better
.
I
’
ve
made
up
my
mind
once
for
all
:
how
could
I
understand
your
plans
and
expect
you
to
give
an
account
of
them
?
God
knows
what
concerns
and
plans
you
may
have
,
or
what
ideas
you
are
hatching
;
so
it
’
s
not
for
me
to
keep
nudging
your
elbow
,
asking
you
what
you
are
thinking
about
?
But
,
my
goodness
!
why
am
I
running
to
and
fro
as
though
I
were
crazy
.
.
.
?
I
am
reading
your
article
in
the
magazine
for
the
third
time
,
Rodya
.
Dmitri
Prokofitch
brought
it
to
me
.
Directly
I
saw
it
I
cried
out
to
myself
:
‘
There
,
foolish
one
,
’
I
thought
,
‘
that
’
s
what
he
is
busy
about
;
that
’
s
the
solution
of
the
mystery
!
Learned
people
are
always
like
that
.
He
may
have
some
new
ideas
in
his
head
just
now
;
he
is
thinking
them
over
and
I
worry
him
and
upset
him
.
’
I
read
it
,
my
dear
,
and
of
course
there
was
a
great
deal
I
did
not
understand
;
but
that
’
s
only
natural
—
how
should
I
?
”
“
Show
me
,
mother
.
”
Raskolnikov
took
the
magazine
and
glanced
at
his
article
.
Incongruous
as
it
was
with
his
mood
and
his
circumstances
,
he
felt
that
strange
and
bitter
sweet
sensation
that
every
author
experiences
the
first
time
he
sees
himself
in
print
;
besides
,
he
was
only
twenty
-
three
.
It
lasted
only
a
moment
.
After
reading
a
few
lines
he
frowned
and
his
heart
throbbed
with
anguish
.
He
recalled
all
the
inward
conflict
of
the
preceding
months
.
He
flung
the
article
on
the
table
with
disgust
and
anger
.
“
But
,
however
foolish
I
may
be
,
Rodya
,
I
can
see
for
myself
that
you
will
very
soon
be
one
of
the
leading
—
if
not
the
leading
man
—
in
the
world
of
Russian
thought
.
And
they
dared
to
think
you
were
mad
!
You
don
’
t
know
,
but
they
really
thought
that
.
Ah
,
the
despicable
creatures
,
how
could
they
understand
genius
!
And
Dounia
,
Dounia
was
all
but
believing
it
—
what
do
you
say
to
that
?
Your
father
sent
twice
to
magazines
—
the
first
time
poems
(
I
’
ve
got
the
manuscript
and
will
show
you
)
and
the
second
time
a
whole
novel
(
I
begged
him
to
let
me
copy
it
out
)
and
how
we
prayed
that
they
should
be
taken
—
they
weren
’
t
!
I
was
breaking
my
heart
,
Rodya
,
six
or
seven
days
ago
over
your
food
and
your
clothes
and
the
way
you
are
living
.
But
now
I
see
again
how
foolish
I
was
,
for
you
can
attain
any
position
you
like
by
your
intellect
and
talent
.
No
doubt
you
don
’
t
care
about
that
for
the
present
and
you
are
occupied
with
much
more
important
matters
.
.
.
.
”
“
Dounia
’
s
not
at
home
,
mother
?
”
“
No
,
Rodya
.
I
often
don
’
t
see
her
;
she
leaves
me
alone
.
Dmitri
Prokofitch
comes
to
see
me
,
it
’
s
so
good
of
him
,
and
he
always
talks
about
you
.
He
loves
you
and
respects
you
,
my
dear
.
I
don
’
t
say
that
Dounia
is
very
wanting
in
consideration
.
I
am
not
complaining
.
She
has
her
ways
and
I
have
mine
;
she
seems
to
have
got
some
secrets
of
late
and
I
never
have
any
secrets
from
you
two
.
Of
course
,
I
am
sure
that
Dounia
has
far
too
much
sense
,
and
besides
she
loves
you
and
me
.
.
.
but
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
will
all
lead
to
.
You
’
ve
made
me
so
happy
by
coming
now
,
Rodya
,
but
she
has
missed
you
by
going
out
;
when
she
comes
in
I
’
ll
tell
her
:
‘
Your
brother
came
in
while
you
were
out
.
Where
have
you
been
all
this
time
?
’
You
mustn
’
t
spoil
me
,
Rodya
,
you
know
;
come
when
you
can
,
but
if
you
can
’
t
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
,
I
can
wait
.
I
shall
know
,
anyway
,
that
you
are
fond
of
me
,
that
will
be
enough
for
me
.
I
shall
read
what
you
write
,
I
shall
hear
about
you
from
everyone
,
and
sometimes
you
’
ll
come
yourself
to
see
me
.
What
could
be
better
?
Here
you
’
ve
come
now
to
comfort
your
mother
,
I
see
that
.
”
Here
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
began
to
cry
.
