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Updated: June 10, 2025
When Dounia returned from her last interview with her brother, she had found her mother already ill, in feverish delirium.
"That's a lie," there was a flash of fury in Dounia's eyes, "that's a lie and a libel!" "A lie? Well, if you like, it's a lie. I made it up. Women ought not to be reminded of such things," he smiled. "I know you will shoot, you pretty wild creature. Well, shoot away!" Dounia raised the revolver, and deadly pale, gazed at him, measuring the distance and awaiting the first movement on his part.
But Avdotya Romanovna seemed to await her turn, and following her mother out, gave Sonia an attentive, courteous bow. Sonia, in confusion, gave a hurried, frightened curtsy. There was a look of poignant discomfort in her face, as though Avdotya Romanovna's courtesy and attention were oppressive and painful to her. "Dounia, good-bye," called Raskolnikov, in the passage. "Give me your hand."
I don't know how Rodya repeated them to you, perhaps he exaggerated." "He could not have exaggerated them, except at your instigation." "Pyotr Petrovitch," Pulcheria Alexandrovna declared with dignity, "the proof that Dounia and I did not take your words in a very bad sense is the fact that we are here." "Good, mother," said Dounia approvingly.
When you wrote to me two months ago that you had heard that Dounia had a great deal to put up with in the Svidrigrailovs' house, when you wrote that and asked me to tell you all about it what could I write in answer to you?
He was almost beginning to rave.... Something seemed suddenly to go to his head. Dounia jumped up and rushed to the door. "Open it! Open it!" she called, shaking the door. "Open it! Is there no one there?" Svidrigailov got up and came to himself. His still trembling lips slowly broke into an angry mocking smile. "There is no one at home," he said quietly and emphatically.
"Yes, yes.... Of course it's very annoying...." Raskolnikov muttered in reply, but with such a preoccupied and inattentive air that Dounia gazed at him in perplexity. "What else was it I wanted to say?" He went on trying to recollect. "Oh, yes; mother, and you too, Dounia, please don't think that I didn't mean to come and see you to-day and was waiting for you to come first."
And my eyes have only now been opened! I see myself that I may have acted very, very recklessly in disregarding the universal verdict...." "Does the fellow want his head smashed?" cried Razumihin, jumping up. "You are a mean and spiteful man!" cried Dounia. "Not a word!
"Well... at three paces you can hardly help it. But if you don't... then." His eyes flashed and he took two steps forward. Dounia shot again: it missed fire. "You haven't loaded it properly. Never mind, you have another charge there. Get it ready, I'll wait." He stood facing her, two paces away, waiting and gazing at her with wild determination, with feverishly passionate, stubborn, set eyes.
I tell you this simply to warn you, because I sincerely wish for your good..." Dounia did not reply. Her resolution had been taken. She was only awaiting the evening. "Then what is your decision, Rodya?" asked Pulcheria Alexandrovna, who was more uneasy than ever at the sudden, new businesslike tone of his talk. "What decision?"
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