Crime and Punishment
Part Four
...you can't comprehend nature using only logic. Logic anticipates only three possibilities yet there's million of them. Let's say, forty-year-old disgraces ten-year-old girl
where's here logic? ??????
Shut up, Porfiry!
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Do you want i'll deduce right now that your hair's dark only because Ivan the Great was thirty five ??? tall?
All this is sham, mirage just like your wedding.
Rodya! That's you, bro!
You came nonetheless. Attaboy.
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I can't.
I feel weak.
So...
hello and good bye.
Wait! I'll see you off.
....they're all fools, even Zosimov.....
What idea? That you're crazy or near that.
Total nonsense. He's meddling now with mental illnesses and talk with Zametov has won him over.
Zametov told him everything? You did the right thing. I am a little drunk, Rodya, but the thing is
that idea that has catched them has really catched them.
...they dared to say loud...about fainting in the office... Was there stuffy. And it smelled of oil paint everywhere.
And he explains, too...
Not only paint, but also inflammation started long before...
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You almost convinced him in all this nonsense but the suddenly... what a pity i wasn't there!
By the way, Porfiry, too, wants to see you... And this one already...
Listen, Razumihin,
i was with the departed today, some clerk died, and there a creature kissed me which if i had killed somebody...
What's with you?
There was another creature there.
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Anyhow, i ???. Do you see? What now? Light in my room.
Maybe Nastassya? No. She's long since asleep. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Good-bye.
What's with you? Let's go in together. I know we'll go in together. It's just i wanted to part with you here.
Give me your hand.
Let's go. You'll be a witness.
Rodya...
I said he'll come to his senses!
All this is just his nerves, and doctor said... Keep quiet, Razumihin.
Go home with him. Untill tomorrow.
No, Rodya, how can i leave after this? I'll stay here for a night. No, leave me. Go away. Don't torment me.
how can i leave without looking to him after three years? Let's go. - Wait, did you see Luzhin?
No, we didn't see him, but he knows we've arrived. We know he was so kind to visit you today...
Yes, he was so kind. Dunya, i sead to him earlier that i'll throw him down the stairs and whisked him to all devils.
Rodya, you... - Dunyechka, i don't whish for this marriage and because of this you have to tell him tomorrow so as no a soul of his would be there.
Think about what you say! Maybe you're tired now... No. You marry Luzhin because of me. But i don't take such sacrifice,
that's why tomorrow you'll write him a letter expressing reject. You'll give it to me to read. And that's all.
What right do you have?... Don't speak...how could he...tomorrow...but now...
He really threw him out. That went out as if... Is that really true, Rodya?
Do you hear, sister - i'm not in delirium. Either me or Luzhin. This marriage is dishonesty...now, go.
You're out of your mind! Nastassya, go. Let's go...'till tomorrow.
I can't, i can't leave him like that... It's impossible, you'll ruin everything.
You can't upset him otherwise we don't know what may happen, he could lose his mind, he could do something to himself, he could hang himself.
What are you saying? Doctor is saying this!
Does he really say so? Yes, yes!
That's nonsense. Listen, listen...
i'll take you to your place, after that i'll bring doctor to Rodya and then i'll go immediately to you again, so you'll be first to hear the news. Do you understand?
And we'll be spending night here: i - by the door, and he - at housekeeper's. Who is of more use to him - you or the doctor?
Let's go, mommy. He'll surely will do as he says.
See. You understand me.
Because you're an angel.
Let's go.
I understand, i'm in such condition...nonsense, that is, i'm drunk yet not because of wine but because i've met you.
That got in my head so much. To hell with me, i'm lying, i'm not deserving you, in highest degree not deserving...
Why are you so cheeky? Because there was a darn argument and you almost got into a fight, do you believe, they demand a total loss of personality...all on question of comfort, yes,
social system, yes, they reduce. just a mathematical equation, and in one minute humanity becomes right and sinless.
They have a ready-made system. But nature is not ready for the system! It wants life, it hasn't finished living process, it's too early for graveyard, is that right? That's right, thou i'm not in complete accordance with you...
Is that so? You said, that's so?
After this you're a source of purity, kindheartedness, reason and perfection. Give me your hand! Give!
What are you doing? Get up! By no means, until you give your hands!
That's enough. Let's go.
Yes, here they are, you're rented rooms. Radion was right when he put out your Pyotr Petrovich,
how dared he to put you here? You're his fiancee. Do you know what people are admitted her? You're groom is a dastard after this.
You're forgetting yourself, mister Razumihin.
Yes, i was forgetting myself, i feel ashamed.
Yet we understood earlier that this man is not from our community, not because he hastened to enforce his mind but because he's a lurker and speculator.
Do you think he's clever? No, he's a fool. He's a fool, and is he really a match for you?
God, what's your place here? Let's go.
Lock yourself in for the night and let nobody in.
I'll be back after half and hour. With doctor.
Oh my Lord, Dunyechka...what will follow?
Settle down, mommy, the god himself sent us this mister, although out of some kind of binge.
Who asked you to judge? Well, rented rooms are nasty, but how was he supposed to know?
Can Avdotya Romanovna really...Can really such girl...
to give herself for...
Baseness. All's gone.
Good morning.
Good morning!
Did you see the patient? Sleeps like a hamster.
Very good, don't wake him. I'll come by in about two hours.
If he won't escape. Hell. No might over my own patient. And to treat such...
It worries me what i, being drunk, spilled yesterday...about disposition to lunacy.
You spilled it to ladies, too. I know, hit me if you want to.
Are you really sure of it? Sure of it? You yourself described him as monomaniac when brought me the first time.
But monomaniac always makes an ocean from a drop.
You're about the office? But of course.
What do you mean? ???????????
Anyhow, what he's got against this Luzhin?
He's a man with money, looks like he's not detestable to her, and they have not a dime on their souls, do they?
What are you trying to probe? how do i know - dime or no dime?
How foolish you sometimes are!
Still hangover from yesterday?
Thank Praskovya Pavlovna from me for night's lodgind...she locked herself in from me. So i didn't even se her face.
Good bye.
See, Dmitri Prokovyech...i'll be completely open with Dmitri Prokovyech... - sure, mommy -
So, the matter is...
Pyotr Petrovich was supposed to meet us at railway station yesterday, but the lackey was sent and he showed us the way to these rooms
and said that [Pyotr Petrovich] is certain to come tomorrow. But today, very early, we received this note from Pyotr Petrovich.
Better read it yourself. There are some items...you'll see for yourself.
Dunyecka has already decided how to act, but i...i don't know.
Date of yesterday.
Dear madam,
...couldn't meet...official matters...i will have the honours exactly at eight o'clock tomorrow...
...i ask to comply with my request that Radion Romanovich is not present at our meeting... as he absolutely offended me...
If, after such request, i will meet Radion Romanovich i will be obliged to withdraw and, in such case, take the blame on yourself.
...take blame on yourself...
To scare a little bit...is useful.
I say this because Radion Romanovich who at the time of my visit seemed to be so sick...
suddenly got well after two hours...and, so it seems, leaving his apartment, can arrive at your place...
i was made certain of it in an apartment of one clerk run down by a horse...drunkard...
...drunkard whose daughter, young girl of doubtful behaviour, he gave yesterday up to twenty...
...twenty five rubles.
Oh, dear Lord, i didn't think i would have such fear of meeting my son.
I'm afraid, Dmitri Prokovyech. Don't be afraid, mommy, better believe him.
Dmitri Prokovyech, my mind sometimes runs wild, so forgive me my failings. I, you see, regard you as a kinsman...
Did you hurt yourself? Yes, i did.
Don't get angry with me. I speak much from my heart and Dunyechka corrects me.
Tell me, how to behave with him?
Don't question him much, especially about his health. He doesn't like that.
Mommy, calm down. Let's go. He must be happy seeing you. Don't torment yourself... - ...Prokovyech, if you knew how hard it is to be a mother...
What a terrible stairs!
Is this his room?
It's not a room, it's a chamber. It's like a grave.
And this woman, his housekeeper, she considers this to be a room?
Well. Well. I see for myself that i'm almost healthy.
And don't speak like i did yesterday.
And his complete recovery depends only on himself.
It's necessary to clarify prime cause of his illness. I don't know it, but it must be well known to him. I think, the beginning coincided with his leaving university...
Yes, yes, you're righ. So i'll enter the university and everything will go like on oiled wheels.
This is why i love him. He has these...motions.
Rodya, you wouldn't believe how unhappy we were yesterday. We were told you had white fever and you quietly went out on the street.
Well, everything's ceased now...and we're happy again. Yes...
please, mommy, Dunyechka, don't think i didn't want to visit you first... Well, Rodya...
Clothing hindered me...i forgot to tell Nastassya yesteday to wash out this blood. Blood? What blood?
That's...i slouched around yesterday..in delirium...
and came across one run-over man. In delirium? But you remember everyhing?
It's a known phenomenon. Performance is exelent, cunning, but the beginning of events is dimmed. Dreamlike.
It happens so with healthy, too?
Felicitous remark. But you need to distinguish... So what about that run-down? What?
Ah, soiled myself with blood...while i was helping.
This maybe is even good that he considers me to be crazy.
I just wanted to tell, mommy, that i beg for your pardon.
That's enough, Rodya. I'm certain that everything you do...is alright.
Don't be so sure.
They are honestly afraid of me.
You know, Rodya...
Marfa Petrovna died.
Marfa Petrovna Svidrigailova. Yes, i remember. - I wrote you about her. - I remember. Died? How?
Imagine, suddenly. And, it seems, the reason was this terrible man.
He beat her to death. It happened in the morning. She ate big breakfast... - Beaten to death?
She always had such habit.
She ate, and went to town, to swimming-baths.
There's cold ????. And she swam there every day, underwent some treatment.
And, imagine, just as he went into water, there was a fit.
And how!
Ah, mommy, why talk about such small matters?
Well, i didn't know what to talk about? Yes. Nothing to talk about. But it seems i loved them so much.
It's time for me to go.
I'll come by...maybe.
Nothing to talk about. With no one.
Never and with no one.
What a nice man!
Yes, nice, educated, clever.
And he, too!
Nice man. Do you like him, Dunya?
Very.
Phe, what a pig you are! Where do you go!
I, too, need to go. You don't need. Stay!
Listen, sister,
i, of course, apologise about yesterday yet i don't step back from the main thing - it's either me or Luzhin.
I may be a scoundrel, but you mustn't. If you marry him, i'll don't consider you to be my sister anymore.
Rodya, it's the same as yesterday... Brother, you're mistaken.
You presume i'm sacrificing myself, but it isn't so.
I marry him for my own good but i will be glad, of course, if i can help my relatives.
Why are you smiling so?
And why are you angry? You, sister, are lying only because of your feminine stubbornness.
You can't hold him in respect. So, must be, you sell yourself for money. It's not the truth, i don't lie. I can't marry him without knowing i can respect him.
And, luckily, i can ascertain it this very day. And even if you were right, isn't it cruel to talk to me like that?
Even if i ruin somebody, then me alone. I haven't sliced anyone yet.
What's with you? What's with you, Rodya, dear?
Oh Lord, fainted...
No, it's nothing.
My head is just a bit in a whirl.
By what means can you ascertain today whether you can respect him?
You did say "today"? I didn't mishear it?
Mommy, show brother letter from Pyotr Petrovich .
Tell me, where does Radion Romanovich Raskolnikov live?
What? Raskolnikov?
Raskolnikov? In the flat of Zarnicina, Miss.
So, how do you decide, Rodya? About evening? Will you come?
I'll do what's best for you.
Dunyechka has decided for a long time and i agree with her.
I decided to ask you, Rodya, definitely to be with us during this meeting.
Will you come?
I'll come.
And i ask you, too, be with us at eight o'clock. Yes, Dmitri Prokovyech, certainly.
Oh, that's you...
be so kind...take a seat.
I...i came just for a short moment. Pardon me for disturbance, i come from Katerina Ivanovna... Sit down...please.
I need to talk to you. Mommy, this is Sofia Semyonovna Marmeladova, daughter of that same unfortunate who yesterday trampled by horses right before my eyes.
I wanted to ask you how are things getting settled there? Was there any disturbance, for example, from police?
No, there wasn't any.
It's just that other lodgers are becoming angry. Why?
Because the body is lying for so long.
Well...it is hot now...
Whiff...so today body will be taken to cemetary, to mortuary.
Katerina Ivanovna demanded...to ask you to give us the honours... to be tomorrow morning at burial...and after that to us...to her...to funeral feast.
How? She's making a funeral feast?
Yes, just a little meal. She bade to thank you... Without you there wouldn't be any money for funeral.
And does she really...on such small funds...meal, too?
Coffin will be very ordinary, all will be simple, we calculated earlier...there's left just enough for funeral feast.
You gave everything yesterday to us.
Rodya, we certainly will dine together this evening, and you, Dmitri Prokovyech, be so kind and come. - Yes, please, come.
Stay for a minute. Farewell, Rodya. Goodbye. Goodbye, Dmitri Prokovyech.
Dunya, give me your hand. I gave you already. Don't you remember?
Then give once more.
Well, all is fine. God, give the deceased to rest in peace and the living to live. Is that so?
I have a businees with you... Just a moment, Sofia Semyonovna, you don't bother us, we don't have secrets from you.
So,
do you know this...who in this case....about murder... you talked yesterday...is in charge? What was his name?
Porfiry Petrovich?
Dunya, i'm afraid of this girl, too. Why?
I have this inner feeling...just as she came in i thought that, lo!, here's the main reason...
There's nothing, he didn't even recognize her when she came in. You with your inner feelings, mommy...
Pyotr Petrovich writes about her, yet he recommend her to us, must be she's dear to him.
Don't people write much? About us, too, wrote much. Have you forgotten already?
And besides i'm convinced she's wonderful and all that is nonsense.
And Pyotr Petrovich is shameless backbiter.
I don't want for things to get lost, especally father's watch. Instruct me, ok?
I know for sure that written clame to the police is needed... but maybe to Porfiry himself?
You see, mother will definitely ask me at dinner. No office, certainly to Porfiry himself, let's go. It's just two steps.
Well, we'll go, but... He'll be very glad to meet you, you knew the old lady, and it all has settled splendidly. Let's go.
Sofia Ivanonva?
Sofia Semyonovna.
So, i gave address to Polyechka?
Had you forgotten?
I don't remember. I had heard about you from the deceased, only i didn't know your surname.
But, as you told surname and address yesterday, so i found.
So, i'll go to you today, Sofia Semyonovna?
As you wish.
It's important whether Porfiry knows or not that i was to this which's appartment yesterday and asked about the blood. I need to know this in one moment, with the first step. Otherwise...
You know what? I noticed at once that you're in some peculiar excitement today. What excitement? There's none.
No, it can be noticed, especially when you were invited to dinner. No, nothing. What nonsense are you telling!
Why are you getting confused? Wait, Romeo. I will retell this somewhere today, make mommy laugh and somebody else...
Listen, what will you tell them?
Simply a rose of spring...
What a swine you are! How you've washed yourself today, cleaned your nails...when whas that?
What? - You've used pomade, perfume - What? Swine!
Not a word or i'll smash you! Did you understand or no? Pig! Did you understand, i ask you!
How do you do? How do you do?
Don't break furniture, gentlemen!
I'm sorry, Raskolnikov.
My pleasure. Very nice. You came in so...
And this one, too, is here.
To hell with you all. You're all fools.
...must be, to the police. You see, right now i don't really have money and wanted only to declare these things as mine.
That doesn't matter. You can address directly to me if you want. Besides...
On plain ordinary paper? On simplest.
Excuse me for bothering you wit such small matters. Watch and ring costs only five rubles, yet they are precious to me.
And, i confess, when i got to know about this i got terribly frightened.
You almost fell over yesterday when i said that Porfiry questions pawners.
You, brother, seem to be laughing at me.
I already told you watch is only thing left from father and i they were lost... if mother knew...i swear she'd be reduced to despair.
These women...
Your things couldn't get lost as i'm expecting you for quite a time.
Did you know...that he, too, gave pawns to old lady?
Both of your things were wrapped in the same piece of paper. And your name clearly written on this paper.
Almost all pawners are known already, you just didn't come to reclaim.
I wasn't completely well. Yes, i've heard.
Not completely? Yesterday he was completely out of his mind and, imagine, Porfiry, just as me and Zosimov turned our backs, ran away.
And roamed somewhere almost until midnight. Totally delirious.
Were you really totally delirious, tell me please?
I was fed up with them yesterday. So i decided tu run away rent a flat so they didn't find me, took a roll of bills with me, saw mister Zametov...
Well, mister Zametov, was i reasonable yesterday or delirious?
Settle, please, our dispute.
In my opinion, you talked reasonably, even cunningly
but you were too nervous.
Porfiry Petrovich, excuse us that we trouble you with such small matters... You've become bored, haven't you?
Pardon me, exactly the opposite. If you knew how interesting you seem to me.
How glad i am that you finally...
My head is still giddy from yesterday.
Who did win? I left in most interesting moment.
Nobody, of course. But eternal questions...
Imagine, Rodya, how far we went yesterday - whether there is crime or not?
Well, ordinary social question.
This question ws not phrased that way. Not exactly so, that's true.
Listen, Rodya, and tell your opinion. All started from a socialistic point of view...
Why are they talking to me in such tone?
Are they teasing me or is it just my nerves?
He's simulating again. Is it really worth talking to you?
Are you really such an actor?
Did you think i'm not? Just wait, and i'll do a snowjob on you, too.
No, i'll tell you the whole truth.
Talking about all theses crimes and stuff, i remember one article of yours...
Crime....or how did you...i forgot.
Two month ago i had the honour to read it in "Periodic Speach".
Bravo, Rodyka! I, too, didn't know. Today i'll go to reading-room and ask for this issue.
How did you decide this article was mine?
Was it signed with initials?
By chance. Through editor, i know him. Quite interesting.
I examined, as i remember, psycological condition of a criminal..
during commiting of a crime...
But not exactly this part drew my attention, rather some thought at the end of the article...
if i'm not mistaken, there's a hint as if there are people in the world
who can, more precisely, who has the right to commit crimes.
How? The right to crime? Once more because society corrupted?
No, not because of that. The thing is that in his article people are divided in ordinary and extraordinary.
Ordinary must live in submission and obedience to law "don't commit" because they're... ordinary.
BUt extraordinary has the right to break any law because they're...extraordinary.
How come?
It's impossible.
You know, you outlined everything almost correctly
but i don't insist upon that extraordinary man must commit crime
i only insinuated that extraordinary man has a right, unofficial right, that is,
he himself, with his inner judgement can allow himself to step over certain obstructions.
Let's say, one, ten, hundred people are standing as an obstruction
in Newton's way and hampered making his discoveries.
In such case Newton would have the right and even the obligation
to eliminate these ten or hundred people.
Anyway, masses almost never know these rights, they punish and hang for it, but next generations set these punished on pedestal and bow before them.
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????? they themselves start to punish.
If it is needed.
All these great lawgivers, benefactors of mankind, all these lykurgoses, solons, napoleons, all to the last one were criminals
because of just that one thing that they broke the law for the sake of the new, and, doubtless, didn't stop because of blood but were terrible shedders of blood.
And if that's so...
not only great ones but every man going over boundries must be criminals by their nature.
I think only that by nature's law people generally fall in two categories
in the lower, that is, material, so to say, only for creating their equals
and in special people who has the gift to declare new word.
First are masters of present, second - of future.
First are keeping the world, second are moving it and bringig it to target.
All of them has equal right to exist, so long live eternal war! Until New Jerusalem, of course.
Do you also believe in New Jerusalem?
I do.
And do you believe in God?
I do.
And resurrection of Lazarus?
I do. Why do you ask?
Literally? Believe?
Literally.
So it is.
I'm just curious, excuse me.
Just say one thing - how to distinguish these extraordinary people?
Do they have any marks from birth? You'll agree, if there's some pell-mell...
You're joking! You're fooling each other, aren't you? Do you seriously, Rodya?
Well, bro, if you honestly are serious...
That's nothing new, that's written and printed thousands of times, but what is completely original is that you judge by conscience but that's worse than official sanction to shed blood.
Completely fair. It's worse.
And what if some man or youth thinks that he's Lykurgos or Napoleon and starts to eliminate everybody around?
There is, let's say, some big motive, he needs money...
and he starts getting it for himself...
Such cases must exist
society is too assured with prisons, penal servitudes, investigators...
Look for thief!
And what if i find one?
There leads his way.
But what about his conscience? What's your business with that?!
Just so....humanism.
Who has it that suffers and that is his penalty - servitude.
You may be angry or not yet i can't abstain from it, just one more question.
Ask it.
How to express it precisely...
When you wrote your article... it can't be that you didn't include yourself...just for a bit.
That may be so.
And if so, would you yourself resolve to...step over? Eliminate obstructions?
To murder, for example, to rob? Allow me to mention,
i don't consider myself to be Lykurgos or Napoleon, consequently i can't give you affirmative answer.
isn't there in russia enough of those who consider themselves to be napoleons?
Maybe some future Napoleon killed our Alyona Ivanovna last week.
And about your request....don't worry. Write...or, even better, come to me to precinct. Even tomorrow, i'll be there at eleven....
Do you want to interrogate me officially? No, there's no need for it right now.
Just with all pawners...without making much noise... Yes, remembered!
You blew my ears full with this decorator... I know myself, this guy's clear, but what to do?
See, how's the matter. Going there...on the stairs...you were there at eight o'clock?
At eight. Why did i tell?
So, passing by at eight o'clock...didn't you see on the second floor in the open apartment...two decorators? Even one of them? That's very important for them.
Decorators? Where's the trap? Where?
No, i didn't see. Here it is! I didn't notice such open flat.
Well, i remember one on the fourth floor...they were carrying out furniture, moving out... Just beneath Alyona Ivanovna.
What now?! Decorators were there at the day of murder, but he was there three days before that. What are you asking him?!
Oh, i went wrong. I'm completely mixed up in this case. It was so important to know...whether anybody has seen them...and i thought...
Total misunderstanding. Ah, must be more careful.
End of Part Four.