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“
You
’
re
an
infidel
!
You
don
’
t
believe
in
God
,
”
they
shouted
.
“
You
ought
to
be
killed
.
”
He
had
never
talked
to
them
about
God
nor
his
belief
,
but
they
wanted
to
kill
him
as
an
infidel
.
He
said
nothing
.
One
of
the
prisoners
rushed
at
him
in
a
perfect
frenzy
.
Raskolnikov
awaited
him
calmly
and
silently
;
his
eyebrows
did
not
quiver
,
his
face
did
not
flinch
.
The
guard
succeeded
in
intervening
between
him
and
his
assailant
,
or
there
would
have
been
bloodshed
.
There
was
another
question
he
could
not
decide
:
why
were
they
all
so
fond
of
Sonia
?
She
did
not
try
to
win
their
favour
;
she
rarely
met
them
,
sometimes
only
she
came
to
see
him
at
work
for
a
moment
.
And
yet
everybody
knew
her
,
they
knew
that
she
had
come
out
to
follow
him
,
knew
how
and
where
she
lived
.
She
never
gave
them
money
,
did
them
no
particular
services
.
Only
once
at
Christmas
she
sent
them
all
presents
of
pies
and
rolls
.
But
by
degrees
closer
relations
sprang
up
between
them
and
Sonia
.
She
would
write
and
post
letters
for
them
to
their
relations
.
Relations
of
the
prisoners
who
visited
the
town
,
at
their
instructions
,
left
with
Sonia
presents
and
money
for
them
.
Their
wives
and
sweethearts
knew
her
and
used
to
visit
her
.
And
when
she
visited
Raskolnikov
at
work
,
or
met
a
party
of
the
prisoners
on
the
road
,
they
all
took
off
their
hats
to
her
.
“
Little
mother
Sofya
Semyonovna
,
you
are
our
dear
,
good
little
mother
,
”
coarse
branded
criminals
said
to
that
frail
little
creature
.
She
would
smile
and
bow
to
them
and
everyone
was
delighted
when
she
smiled
.
They
even
admired
her
gait
and
turned
round
to
watch
her
walking
;
they
admired
her
too
for
being
so
little
,
and
,
in
fact
,
did
not
know
what
to
admire
her
most
for
.
They
even
came
to
her
for
help
in
their
illnesses
.
He
was
in
the
hospital
from
the
middle
of
Lent
till
after
Easter
.
When
he
was
better
,
he
remembered
the
dreams
he
had
had
while
he
was
feverish
and
delirious
.
He
dreamt
that
the
whole
world
was
condemned
to
a
terrible
new
strange
plague
that
had
come
to
Europe
from
the
depths
of
Asia
.
All
were
to
be
destroyed
except
a
very
few
chosen
.
Some
new
sorts
of
microbes
were
attacking
the
bodies
of
men
,
but
these
microbes
were
endowed
with
intelligence
and
will
.
Men
attacked
by
them
became
at
once
mad
and
furious
.
But
never
had
men
considered
themselves
so
intellectual
and
so
completely
in
possession
of
the
truth
as
these
sufferers
,
never
had
they
considered
their
decisions
,
their
scientific
conclusions
,
their
moral
convictions
so
infallible
.
Whole
villages
,
whole
towns
and
peoples
went
mad
from
the
infection
.
All
were
excited
and
did
not
understand
one
another
.
Each
thought
that
he
alone
had
the
truth
and
was
wretched
looking
at
the
others
,
beat
himself
on
the
breast
,
wept
,
and
wrung
his
hands
.
They
did
not
know
how
to
judge
and
could
not
agree
what
to
consider
evil
and
what
good
;
they
did
not
know
whom
to
blame
,
whom
to
justify
.
Men
killed
each
other
in
a
sort
of
senseless
spite
.
They
gathered
together
in
armies
against
one
another
,
but
even
on
the
march
the
armies
would
begin
attacking
each
other
,
the
ranks
would
be
broken
and
the
soldiers
would
fall
on
each
other
,
stabbing
and
cutting
,
biting
and
devouring
each
other
.
The
alarm
bell
was
ringing
all
day
long
in
the
towns
;
men
rushed
together
,
but
why
they
were
summoned
and
who
was
summoning
them
no
one
knew
.
The
most
ordinary
trades
were
abandoned
,
because
everyone
proposed
his
own
ideas
,
his
own
improvements
,
and
they
could
not
agree
.
The
land
too
was
abandoned
.
Men
met
in
groups
,
agreed
on
something
,
swore
to
keep
together
,
but
at
once
began
on
something
quite
different
from
what
they
had
proposed
.
They
accused
one
another
,
fought
and
killed
each
other
.
There
were
conflagrations
and
famine
.
All
men
and
all
things
were
involved
in
destruction
.
The
plague
spread
and
moved
further
and
further
.
Only
a
few
men
could
be
saved
in
the
whole
world
.
They
were
a
pure
chosen
people
,
destined
to
found
a
new
race
and
a
new
life
,
to
renew
and
purify
the
earth
,
but
no
one
had
seen
these
men
,
no
one
had
heard
their
words
and
their
voices
.
Raskolnikov
was
worried
that
this
senseless
dream
haunted
his
memory
so
miserably
,
the
impression
of
this
feverish
delirium
persisted
so
long
.
The
second
week
after
Easter
had
come
.
There
were
warm
bright
spring
days
;
in
the
prison
ward
the
grating
windows
under
which
the
sentinel
paced
were
opened
.
Sonia
had
only
been
able
to
visit
him
twice
during
his
illness
;
each
time
she
had
to
obtain
permission
,
and
it
was
difficult
.
But
she
often
used
to
come
to
the
hospital
yard
,
especially
in
the
evening
,
sometimes
only
to
stand
a
minute
and
look
up
at
the
windows
of
the
ward
.
One
evening
,
when
he
was
almost
well
again
,
Raskolnikov
fell
asleep
.
On
waking
up
he
chanced
to
go
to
the
window
,
and
at
once
saw
Sonia
in
the
distance
at
the
hospital
gate
.
She
seemed
to
be
waiting
for
someone
.
Something
stabbed
him
to
the
heart
at
that
minute
.
He
shuddered
and
moved
away
from
the
window
.
Next
day
Sonia
did
not
come
,
nor
the
day
after
;
he
noticed
that
he
was
expecting
her
uneasily
.
At
last
he
was
discharged
.
On
reaching
the
prison
he
learnt
from
the
convicts
that
Sofya
Semyonovna
was
lying
ill
at
home
and
was
unable
to
go
out
.
He
was
very
uneasy
and
sent
to
inquire
after
her
;
he
soon
learnt
that
her
illness
was
not
dangerous
.
