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This of itself seemed strange to Raskolnikov; he had just come from her and here at once he heard her name. Of course it was a chance, but he could not shake off a very extraordinary impression, and here someone seemed to be speaking expressly for him; the student began telling his friend various details about Alyona Ivanovna. "She is first-rate," he said. "You can always get money from her.
It would be like killing one mouse or one snake in the boundless steppe. The vast expanse, the long winters, the monotony and dreariness of life, instil a sense of helplessness; the position seems hopeless, and one wants to do nothing everything is useless. Alyona came in, and bowing low to Vera, began carrying out the arm-chairs to beat the dust out of them.
And in all this he was always afterwards disposed to see something strange and mysterious, as it were, the presence of some peculiar influences and coincidences. In the previous winter a student he knew called Pokorev, who had left for Harkov, had chanced in conversation to give him the address of Alyona Ivanovna, the old pawnbroker, in case he might want to pawn anything.
"What business is she of yours, my good sir?" "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.
Aunt wouldn't let me go in to see Dasha to-day. She says she's got a headache." "But... but how did you find out?" "My goodness, like every one else. That needs no cunning!" "But does every one else...?" "Why, of course. Mother, it's true, heard it first through Alyona Frolovna, my nurse; your Nastasya ran round to tell her. You told Nastasya, didn't you? She says you told her yourself."
"I may be bringing you something else in a day or two, Alyona Ivanovna a valuable thing silver a cigarette-box, as soon as I get it back from a friend..." he broke off in confusion. "Well, we will talk about it then, sir." "Good-bye are you always at home alone, your sister is not here with you?" He asked her as casually as possible as he went out into the passage.
'The new mistress. 'What mistress? 'Oh, that bought us. Your honour does not know her; Alyona Timofyevna; she is so fat ... not young. 'Why did she decide to make you a fisherman? 'God knows. She came to us from her estate in Tamboff, gave orders for all the household to come together, and came out to us.
Will you let me pay it out of the fifteen thousand your papa left you?" All day afterwards Auntie Dasha spent in making cherry jam in the garden. Alyona, with her cheeks flushed with the heat, ran to and from the garden to the house and back again to the cellar.
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