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He
made
no
answer
.
Nastasya
still
stood
over
him
,
watching
him
.
“
Give
me
something
to
drink
.
.
.
Nastasya
.
”
She
went
downstairs
and
returned
with
a
white
earthenware
jug
of
water
.
He
remembered
only
swallowing
one
sip
of
the
cold
water
and
spilling
some
on
his
neck
.
Then
followed
forgetfulness
.
He
was
not
completely
unconscious
,
however
,
all
the
time
he
was
ill
;
he
was
in
a
feverish
state
,
sometimes
delirious
,
sometimes
half
conscious
.
He
remembered
a
great
deal
afterwards
.
Sometimes
it
seemed
as
though
there
were
a
number
of
people
round
him
;
they
wanted
to
take
him
away
somewhere
,
there
was
a
great
deal
of
squabbling
and
discussing
about
him
.
Then
he
would
be
alone
in
the
room
;
they
had
all
gone
away
afraid
of
him
,
and
only
now
and
then
opened
the
door
a
crack
to
look
at
him
;
they
threatened
him
,
plotted
something
together
,
laughed
,
and
mocked
at
him
.
He
remembered
Nastasya
often
at
his
bedside
;
he
distinguished
another
person
,
too
,
whom
he
seemed
to
know
very
well
,
though
he
could
not
remember
who
he
was
,
and
this
fretted
him
,
even
made
him
cry
.
Sometimes
he
fancied
he
had
been
lying
there
a
month
;
at
other
times
it
all
seemed
part
of
the
same
day
.
But
of
that
—
of
that
he
had
no
recollection
,
and
yet
every
minute
he
felt
that
he
had
forgotten
something
he
ought
to
remember
.
He
worried
and
tormented
himself
trying
to
remember
,
moaned
,
flew
into
a
rage
,
or
sank
into
awful
,
intolerable
terror
.
Then
he
struggled
to
get
up
,
would
have
run
away
,
but
someone
always
prevented
him
by
force
,
and
he
sank
back
into
impotence
and
forgetfulness
.
At
last
he
returned
to
complete
consciousness
.
It
happened
at
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
.
On
fine
days
the
sun
shone
into
the
room
at
that
hour
,
throwing
a
streak
of
light
on
the
right
wall
and
the
corner
near
the
door
.
Nastasya
was
standing
beside
him
with
another
person
,
a
complete
stranger
,
who
was
looking
at
him
very
inquisitively
.
He
was
a
young
man
with
a
beard
,
wearing
a
full
,
short
-
waisted
coat
,
and
looked
like
a
messenger
.
The
landlady
was
peeping
in
at
the
half
-
opened
door
.
Raskolnikov
sat
up
.
“
Who
is
this
,
Nastasya
?
”
he
asked
,
pointing
to
the
young
man
.
“
I
say
,
he
’
s
himself
again
!
”
she
said
.
“
He
is
himself
,
”
echoed
the
man
.
Concluding
that
he
had
returned
to
his
senses
,
the
landlady
closed
the
door
and
disappeared
.
She
was
always
shy
and
dreaded
conversations
or
discussions
.
She
was
a
woman
of
forty
,
not
at
all
bad
-
looking
,
fat
and
buxom
,
with
black
eyes
and
eyebrows
,
good
-
natured
from
fatness
and
laziness
,
and
absurdly
bashful
.
