-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Федор Достоевский
-
- Преступление и наказание
-
- Стр. 78/453
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Raskolnikov
took
the
German
sheets
in
silence
,
took
the
three
roubles
and
without
a
word
went
out
.
Razumihin
gazed
after
him
in
astonishment
.
But
when
Raskolnikov
was
in
the
next
street
,
he
turned
back
,
mounted
the
stairs
to
Razumihin
’
s
again
and
laying
on
the
table
the
German
article
and
the
three
roubles
,
went
out
again
,
still
without
uttering
a
word
.
“
Are
you
raving
,
or
what
?
”
Razumihin
shouted
,
roused
to
fury
at
last
.
“
What
farce
is
this
?
You
’
ll
drive
me
crazy
too
.
.
.
what
did
you
come
to
see
me
for
,
damn
you
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
want
.
.
.
translation
,
”
muttered
Raskolnikov
from
the
stairs
.
“
Then
what
the
devil
do
you
want
?
”
shouted
Razumihin
from
above
.
Raskolnikov
continued
descending
the
staircase
in
silence
.
“
Hey
,
there
!
Where
are
you
living
?
”
No
answer
.
“
Well
,
confound
you
then
!
”
But
Raskolnikov
was
already
stepping
into
the
street
.
On
the
Nikolaevsky
Bridge
he
was
roused
to
full
consciousness
again
by
an
unpleasant
incident
.
A
coachman
,
after
shouting
at
him
two
or
three
times
,
gave
him
a
violent
lash
on
the
back
with
his
whip
,
for
having
almost
fallen
under
his
horses
’
hoofs
.
The
lash
so
infuriated
him
that
he
dashed
away
to
the
railing
(
for
some
unknown
reason
he
had
been
walking
in
the
very
middle
of
the
bridge
in
the
traffic
)
.
He
angrily
clenched
and
ground
his
teeth
.
He
heard
laughter
,
of
course
.
“
Serves
him
right
!
”
