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Updated: June 11, 2025
This was exactly at the time when they were carting manure, and the blacksmith Rodion, a tall, gaunt old man, bareheaded and barefooted, was standing near his dirty and repulsive-looking cart and, flustered, looked at the ponies, and it was evident by his face that he had never seen such little horses before. "The Kutcherov lady has come!" was whispered around. "Look, the Kutcherov lady has come!"
'Come to the police station, says he. 'I'll tell you everything there. He wouldn't leave us." The porter looked at Raskolnikov, frowning and perplexed. "Who are you?" he shouted as impressively as he could. "I am Rodion Romanovitch Raskolnikov, formerly a student, I live in Shil's house, not far from here, flat Number 14, ask the porter, he knows me."
I owe you an explanation," he went on, smiling and gently slapping the young man on the knee; but almost at the self-same moment his face assumed a serious and even sad expression, to Raskolnikoff's great astonishment, to whom the magistrate appeared in quite a different light. "At our last interview, an unusual scene took place between us, Rodion.
Everything is relative, I suppose, Rodion Romanovitch?" "There, he is beginning with some more of his silly palaver!" Raskolnikoff growled to himself. His late interview with the magistrate suddenly occurred to him, at which anger affected his mind. "Did you know, by-the-by, that I called on you the night before last?" continued Porphyrius, looking about. "I was in this very room.
Rodion and Stepanida, sitting side by side at their door, bowed and smiled to Elena Ivanovna and her little daughter as to acquaintances. From the windows more than a dozen children stared at them; their faces expressed amazement and curiosity, and they could be heard whispering: "The Kutcherov lady has come! The Kutcherov lady!"
"Listen, Porfiry Petrovitch. You said just now you have nothing but psychology to go on, yet now you've gone on mathematics. Well, what if you are mistaken yourself, now?" "No, Rodion Romanovitch, I am not mistaken. I have a little fact even then, Providence sent it me." "What little fact?" "I won't tell you what, Rodion Romanovitch.
We will make a clean sweep of all these psychological points, of a suspicion against you, so that your crime will appear to have been something like an aberration, for in truth it was an aberration. I am an honest man, Rodion Romanovitch, and will keep my word." Raskolnikov maintained a mournful silence and let his head sink dejectedly.
I have called with the express intention of plain speaking, and to reveal the truth." "It was not I who committed the murder," stammered the young man, defending himself very much like a child caught in the act of doing wrong. "Yes, yes, it was you, Rodion Romanovitch, it was you, and you alone," replied the magistrate with severity.
"Then this is my fault again," said Luzhin, aggrieved. "Well, Pyotr Petrovitch, you keep blaming Rodion, but you yourself have just written what was false about him," Pulcheria Alexandrovna added, gaining courage. "I don't remember writing anything false."
I brought it from my rooms so as to listen more conveniently. Just the other side of the door is Sofya Semyonovna's table; she sat there talking to Rodion Romanovitch. And I sat here listening on two successive evenings, for two hours each time and of course I was able to learn something, what do you think?" "You listened?" "Yes, I did. Now come back to my room; we can't sit down here."
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