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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I don't know what to wish you," said Raskolnikov, who had begun to descend the stairs, but looked back again. "I should like to wish you success, but your office is such a comical one." "Why comical?" Porfiry Petrovitch had turned to go, but he seemed to prick up his ears at this.
You ask me why it interests me!... Well, I heard it from Porfiry, among others... It was from him I heard almost all about it." "From Porfiry?" "From Porfiry." "What... what did he say?" Raskolnikov asked in dismay. "He gave me a capital explanation of it. Psychologically, after his fashion." "He explained it? Explained it himself?" "Yes, yes; good-bye.
"Forgive my troubling you about such trifles," he went on, a little disconcerted, "the things are only worth five roubles, but I prize them particularly for the sake of those from whom they came to me, and I must confess that I was alarmed when I heard..." "That's why you were so much struck when I mentioned to Zossimov that Porfiry was inquiring for everyone who had pledges!"
'What do you make of it? said I. 'What do you bid me make of it, Porfiry Kapitonitch? It's sorcery! 'You are a foolish fellow, I said, 'hold your tongue with your sorcery.... And our voices quavered like a bird's and we were trembling in the dark as though we were in a fever. I lighted a candle, no dog, no sound, only us two, as white as chalk.
So this man could tell nothing except his asking about the flat and the blood stains. So Porfiry, too, had nothing but that delirium, no facts but this psychology which cuts both ways, nothing positive. How can they convict him, even if they arrest him? And Porfiry then had only just heard about the flat and had not known about it before.
Though it would be a good thing to freshen the air." He, too, took his cap. "Porfiry Petrovitch, please don't take up the notion that I have confessed to you to-day," Raskolnikov pronounced with sullen insistence. "You're a strange man and I have listened to you from simple curiosity. But I have admitted nothing, remember that!" "Oh, I know that, I'll remember. Look at him, he's trembling!
"Oh, come, don't we all think ourselves Napoleons now in Russia?" Porfiry Petrovitch said with alarming familiarity. Something peculiar betrayed itself in the very intonation of his voice. "Perhaps it was one of these future Napoleons who did for Alyona Ivanovna last week?" Zametov blurted out from the corner. Raskolnikov did not speak, but looked firmly and intently at Porfiry.
When next morning at eleven o'clock punctually Raskolnikov went into the department of the investigation of criminal causes and sent his name in to Porfiry Petrovitch, he was surprised at being kept waiting so long: it was at least ten minutes before he was summoned. He had expected that they would pounce upon him.
Porfiry repeated, apparently incensed, but preserving a good-humoured and ironical face, as though he were not in the least concerned at Raskolnikov's opinion of him. "I am lying... but how did I treat you just now, I, the examining lawyer? Prompting you and giving you every means for your defence; illness, I said, delirium, injury, melancholy and the police officers and all the rest of it? Ah!
Don't be uneasy, my dear fellow, have it your own way. Walk about a bit, you won't be able to walk too far. If anything happens, I have one request to make of you," he added, dropping his voice. "It's an awkward one, but important. It will be more generous. Come, till we meet! Good thoughts and sound decisions to you!" Porfiry went out, stooping and avoiding looking at Raskolnikov.
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