-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Федор Достоевский
-
- Преступление и наказание
-
- Стр. 96/453
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
“
Money
?
Why
,
your
own
,
what
the
messenger
brought
from
Vahrushin
,
your
mother
sent
it
.
Have
you
forgotten
that
,
too
?
”
“
I
remember
now
,
”
said
Raskolnikov
after
a
long
,
sullen
silence
.
Razumihin
looked
at
him
,
frowning
and
uneasy
.
The
door
opened
and
a
tall
,
stout
man
whose
appearance
seemed
familiar
to
Raskolnikov
came
in
.
Zossimov
was
a
tall
,
fat
man
with
a
puffy
,
colourless
,
clean
-
shaven
face
and
straight
flaxen
hair
.
He
wore
spectacles
,
and
a
big
gold
ring
on
his
fat
finger
.
He
was
twenty
-
seven
.
He
had
on
a
light
grey
fashionable
loose
coat
,
light
summer
trousers
,
and
everything
about
him
loose
,
fashionable
and
spick
and
span
;
his
linen
was
irreproachable
,
his
watch
-
chain
was
massive
.
In
manner
he
was
slow
and
,
as
it
were
,
nonchalant
,
and
at
the
same
time
studiously
free
and
easy
;
he
made
efforts
to
conceal
his
self
-
importance
,
but
it
was
apparent
at
every
instant
.
All
his
acquaintances
found
him
tedious
,
but
said
he
was
clever
at
his
work
.
“
I
’
ve
been
to
you
twice
to
-
day
,
brother
.
You
see
,
he
’
s
come
to
himself
,
”
cried
Razumihin
.
“
I
see
,
I
see
;
and
how
do
we
feel
now
,
eh
?
”
said
Zossimov
to
Raskolnikov
,
watching
him
carefully
and
,
sitting
down
at
the
foot
of
the
sofa
,
he
settled
himself
as
comfortably
as
he
could
.
“
He
is
still
depressed
,
”
Razumihin
went
on
.
“
We
’
ve
just
changed
his
linen
and
he
almost
cried
.
”
“
That
’
s
very
natural
;
you
might
have
put
it
off
if
he
did
not
wish
it
.
.
.
.
His
pulse
is
first
-
rate
.
Is
your
head
still
aching
,
eh
?
”
“
I
am
well
,
I
am
perfectly
well
!
”
Raskolnikov
declared
positively
and
irritably
.
He
raised
himself
on
the
sofa
and
looked
at
them
with
glittering
eyes
,
but
sank
back
on
to
the
pillow
at
once
and
turned
to
the
wall
.
Zossimov
watched
him
intently
.
“
Very
good
.
.
.
.
Going
on
all
right
,
”
he
said
lazily
.
“
Has
he
eaten
anything
?
”
