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Updated: June 29, 2025
"You stick to it like tar!" "You are not kind, you know . . ." said Maxim, looking into his wife's face. And for the first time since his marriage he perceived that he wife was not kind. "I may be unkind," cried Lizaveta, tapping angrily with her spoon, "but I am not going to give away the holy Easter cake to every drunken man in the road." "The Cossack wasn't drunk!" "He was drunk!"
"No, not on that, but on his own words. He came here on two successive evenings to see Sofya Semyonovna. I've shown you where they sat. He made a full confession to her. He is a murderer. He killed an old woman, a pawnbroker, with whom he had pawned things himself. He killed her sister too, a pedlar woman called Lizaveta, who happened to come in while he was murdering her sister.
Akim was in her good graces; he paid her punctually every year a very considerable sum in lieu of service; she talked graciously to him and even, in jest, invited him as a guest ... but it was precisely in his mistress's house that trouble was in store for Akim. Among Lizaveta Prohorovna's maidservants was an orphan girl of twenty called Dunyasha.
Oh yes, by the way, again, if you meant anything of that plan, you remember, about Lizaveta Nikolaevna, I tell you once again, I too am a fellow ready for anything of any kind you like, and absolutely at your service.... Hullo! are you reaching for your stick. Oh no... only fancy... I thought you were looking for your stick." Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was looking for nothing and said nothing.
Do you know what I've just found out from him?" he babbled in desperate haste. "Did you hear his verses? He's sealed those verses to the 'Starry Amazon' in an envelope and is going to send them to-morrow to Lizaveta Nikolaevna, signed with his name in full. What a fellow!" "I bet you suggested it to him yourself." "You'll lose your bet," laughed Liputin.
This friend was Lizaveta Ivanovna, or, as everyone called her, Lizaveta, the younger sister of the old pawnbroker, Alyona Ivanovna, whom Raskolnikov had visited the previous day to pawn his watch and make his experiment.... He already knew all about Lizaveta and she knew him a little too. She was a single woman of about thirty-five, tall, clumsy, timid, submissive and almost idiotic.
'Lizaveta Kirillovna, I brought out at last, 'what did you cry for? 'I don't know, she answered, after a short silence. She looked at me with her soft eyes still wet with tears her look struck me as changed, and she was silent again. 'You are very fond, I see, of nature, I pursued. That was not at all what I meant to say, and the last words my tongue scarcely faltered out to the end.
And I fancy, at the moment that just fits in with some of his expectations, and is far as I can judge, at least, some of his calculations." At this point he turned his eyes about the room and fixed them with special attention on the captain. "Ach, Lizaveta Nikolaevna, how glad I am to meet you at the very first step, delighted to shake hands with you."
Porfiry stood facing him, paused a moment and suddenly he too laughed. Raskolnikov got up from the sofa, abruptly checking his hysterical laughter. "Porfiry Petrovitch," he began, speaking loudly and distinctly, though his legs trembled and he could scarcely stand. "I see clearly at last that you actually suspect me of murdering that old woman and her sister Lizaveta.
I have no right, it's impossible for me to be authorised; Lizaveta Nikolaevna knows nothing about it and her betrothed has finally lost his senses and is only fit for a madhouse, and, to crown everything, has come to tell you so himself. You are the only man in the world who can make her happy, and I am the one to make her unhappy.
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