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“
Oh
,
nothing
particular
,
I
simply
asked
.
You
are
too
quick
.
.
.
.
Good
-
day
,
Alyona
Ivanovna
.
”
Raskolnikov
went
out
in
complete
confusion
.
This
confusion
became
more
and
more
intense
.
As
he
went
down
the
stairs
,
he
even
stopped
short
,
two
or
three
times
,
as
though
suddenly
struck
by
some
thought
.
When
he
was
in
the
street
he
cried
out
,
“
Oh
,
God
,
how
loathsome
it
all
is
!
and
can
I
,
can
I
possibly
.
.
.
.
No
,
it
’
s
nonsense
,
it
’
s
rubbish
!
”
he
added
resolutely
.
“
And
how
could
such
an
atrocious
thing
come
into
my
head
?
What
filthy
things
my
heart
is
capable
of
.
Yes
,
filthy
above
all
,
disgusting
,
loathsome
,
loathsome
!
—
and
for
a
whole
month
I
’
ve
been
.
.
.
.
”
But
no
words
,
no
exclamations
,
could
express
his
agitation
.
The
feeling
of
intense
repulsion
,
which
had
begun
to
oppress
and
torture
his
heart
while
he
was
on
his
way
to
the
old
woman
,
had
by
now
reached
such
a
pitch
and
had
taken
such
a
definite
form
that
he
did
not
know
what
to
do
with
himself
to
escape
from
his
wretchedness
.
He
walked
along
the
pavement
like
a
drunken
man
,
regardless
of
the
passers
-
by
,
and
jostling
against
them
,
and
only
came
to
his
senses
when
he
was
in
the
next
street
.
Looking
round
,
he
noticed
that
he
was
standing
close
to
a
tavern
which
was
entered
by
steps
leading
from
the
pavement
to
the
basement
.
At
that
instant
two
drunken
men
came
out
at
the
door
,
and
abusing
and
supporting
one
another
,
they
mounted
the
steps
.
Without
stopping
to
think
,
Raskolnikov
went
down
the
steps
at
once
.
Till
that
moment
he
had
never
been
into
a
tavern
,
but
now
he
felt
giddy
and
was
tormented
by
a
burning
thirst
.
He
longed
for
a
drink
of
cold
beer
,
and
attributed
his
sudden
weakness
to
the
want
of
food
.
He
sat
down
at
a
sticky
little
table
in
a
dark
and
dirty
corner
;
ordered
some
beer
,
and
eagerly
drank
off
the
first
glassful
.
At
once
he
felt
easier
;
and
his
thoughts
became
clear
.
“
All
that
’
s
nonsense
,
”
he
said
hopefully
,
“
and
there
is
nothing
in
it
all
to
worry
about
!
It
’
s
simply
physical
derangement
.
Just
a
glass
of
beer
,
a
piece
of
dry
bread
—
and
in
one
moment
the
brain
is
stronger
,
the
mind
is
clearer
and
the
will
is
firm
!
Phew
,
how
utterly
petty
it
all
is
!
”
But
in
spite
of
this
scornful
reflection
,
he
was
by
now
looking
cheerful
as
though
he
were
suddenly
set
free
from
a
terrible
burden
:
and
he
gazed
round
in
a
friendly
way
at
the
people
in
the
room
.
But
even
at
that
moment
he
had
a
dim
foreboding
that
this
happier
frame
of
mind
was
also
not
normal
.
There
were
few
people
at
the
time
in
the
tavern
.
Besides
the
two
drunken
men
he
had
met
on
the
steps
,
a
group
consisting
of
about
five
men
and
a
girl
with
a
concertina
had
gone
out
at
the
same
time
.
Their
departure
left
the
room
quiet
and
rather
empty
.
The
persons
still
in
the
tavern
were
a
man
who
appeared
to
be
an
artisan
,
drunk
,
but
not
extremely
so
,
sitting
before
a
pot
of
beer
,
and
his
companion
,
a
huge
,
stout
man
with
a
grey
beard
,
in
a
short
full
-
skirted
coat
.
He
was
very
drunk
:
and
had
dropped
asleep
on
the
bench
;
every
now
and
then
,
he
began
as
though
in
his
sleep
,
cracking
his
fingers
,
with
his
arms
wide
apart
and
the
upper
part
of
his
body
bounding
about
on
the
bench
,
while
he
hummed
some
meaningless
refrain
,
trying
to
recall
some
such
lines
as
these
:
“
His
wife
a
year
he
fondly
loved
His
wife
a
—
a
year
he
—
fondly
loved
.
”
Or
suddenly
waking
up
again
:
