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Rodion, too, flopped to the ground, displaying his brownish bald head, and as he did so he almost caught his wife in the ribs with the fork. Elena Ivanovna was overcome with confusion and drove back.
Just the same with bell-ringing.... It's all illness, Rodion Romanovitch! You have begun to neglect your illness. You should consult an experienced doctor, what's the good of that fat fellow? You are lightheaded! You were delirious when you did all this!" For a moment Raskolnikov felt everything going round. "Is it possible, is it possible," flashed through his mind, "that he is still lying?
But you must observe this, my dear Rodion Romanovitch, the general case, the case for which all legal forms and rules are intended, for which they are calculated and laid down in books, does not exist at all, for the reason that every case, every crime, for instance, so soon as it actually occurs, at once becomes a thoroughly special case and sometimes a case unlike any that's gone before.
You, Rodion Romanovitch, you are in your prime, and, like all young people, you appreciate, above all things, human intelligence. Intellectual smartness and abstract rational deductions entice you. But, to return to the special case we were talking about just now. I must tell you that we have to deal with reality, with nature.
The worst of it was his good nature made him trust all sorts of disreputable people, and he drank with fellows who were not worth the sole of his shoe. Would you believe it, Rodion Romanovitch, they found a gingerbread cock in his pocket; he was dead drunk, but he did not forget the children!" "A cock? Did you say a cock?" shouted the commissariat clerk.
"Lady," said Rodion, walking after her, "lady, wait a bit; hear what I would say to you." He followed her without his cap, and spoke softly as though begging. "Lady, wait and hear what I will say to you." They had walked out of the village, and Elena Ivanovna stopped beside a cart in the shade of an old mountain ash. "Don't be offended, lady," said Rodion. "What does it mean? Have patience.
"It was not I murdered her," Raskolnikov whispered like a frightened child caught in the act. "No, it was you, you Rodion Romanovitch, and no one else," Porfiry whispered sternly, with conviction. They were both silent and the silence lasted strangely long, about ten minutes. Raskolnikov put his elbow on the table and passed his fingers through his hair. Porfiry Petrovitch sat quietly waiting.
The Lytchkovs, father and son, caught in their meadows two cart-horses, a pony, and a broad-faced Aalhaus bull-calf, and with the help of red-headed Volodka, son of the blacksmith Rodion, drove them to the village. They called the village elder, collected witnesses, and went to look at the damage. "All right, let 'em!" said Kozov, winking, "le-et em!
Porphyrius's fright seemed so natural that Raskolnikoff remained silent whilst examining him with curiosity. He refused, however, the proffered water. "Rodion Romanovitch! My dear friend! If you go on in this way, you will go mad, I am positive! Drink, pray, if only a few drops!" He almost forced the glass of water into his hand.
That was the way, Rodion Romanovitch, that my conviction grew little by little. 'And yet, said I to myself, 'all that may be explained in quite a different way, and perhaps more rationally.
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