Crime and Punishment
Part Eight
I have a hat... strawhat without ribbon. Buy me them,
darling. Buy me them, my light...
Philip, glassful! I won't drink.
Here you go. As you wish, it's not for you.
Drink, Katy.
Thank you.
Thank you, Arkadiy Ivanovich, thank you.
Imagine: i went to your home, and for some reason turned here, on the avenue.
I never turn here...and how strange that...
i have just turned and you're here.
Why don't you say directly: it's a miracle! No miracle, but...coinscidence.
What an invention this country is!
Well, he's already believed in miracle, but doesn't want to confess!
Particularly, i appointed you this tavern.
Only you, it seems, were having daydreams then, so you forgot.
Yes...i really forgot.
I believe. Well, and i didn't hope that you had understood me.
Though, my words left a mark in your memory. Mechanical.
So you mechanically turned here.
That's the entire miracle!
Why did you hide from me in you appointed [this] yourself?
But why did you, when i came the first time, pretend to be sleeping?
I could have had...reasons.
And i could have had reasons.
Lord, do i really still have to exert myself with you!
See here: i came her to tell you if you still have previous intentions
towards my sister and you are thinking to use something of what
was made known lately to fulfil them
i will kill you. Sooner than you could put me in jail.
And secondly: if you want to reveal something to me because
it seems to me lately that you want to, do it faster. Time's valuable.
Are you hurrying somewhere? Everybody has his own ways.
You challenge to frankness, but you yourself don't want to answer. All the same you thing i have some...intentions.
I won't be bringing you over. The game is not worth a candle.
Half past four...Why did i invite you earlier? It's that for me
time's valuable. That's why i asked you to come earlier.
Anyhow, i can chat with you an hour more.
So, why did you come to Petersburg? Why?
To confess...mainly because of a woman.
When you had just burried Marfa Petrovna? Well, yes...
And so then? Why should i restrain myself?
If it wasnt for that, i think, i would have had to shoot myself. I understand that...
that decent man is supposed to mourn, yet...
Are you capable of shooting yourself?
Unforgivable weakness, but what can you do: i'm afraid i don't love the death when [someone] talks about it.
And what about ghosts of Marfa Petrovna? To hell with them!
You're...sick. And that's dangerous. And moreover a empty boaster. It's time for me.
Stay a while, i will not blabber nonsense about myself anymore, that is.
Do you want i'll tell you about women who, using your own words, "saved" me?
No, spare me from stories about your women.
I, particulary, meant your sister.
And so here is answer to your first question about my...intentions.
I have a hat, strawhat without ribbons...
And now i'm even more convinced you came here looking for my sister.
Eh, enough, she can't stand me anymore.
I'm sure of that, too, only problem is not in her, rather in you.
You're sure?...You're right, she doesn't love me.
Yet never vouch in things between
husband and wife or two lovers.
There's always a corner known just to them both... Anyway, i'm tipsy. To hell!
Leave your dirty...tales! You're a foul man!
Shiller, our Shiller! You know, i will deliberately
tell you such just to hear your exclamations. Pleasure!
How could it not be pleasure. To tell all this...under such
circumstances...to such man as myself...it inflames.
If you can admit that then you're regular
cynic. Anyway, you can do many sincere things
i feel sorry, i've talked so little with you; well, and you'll go away from me...Philip!
I have a hat, strawhat without ribbons, buy me them, darling, buy me them, my light...
So, you're going righ, i'm going left or, let's say, the opposite.
Adieu, mon plaisir, until joyful meeting!
What?! What's that? I think i said.... I won't leave you now.
Wha-a-t?
This morning my sister received some letter. I would like to ascertain personally...
What? You...know for yourself.
Eh, fool, and what if i call the police right now? Call!
Keeps looking with suspicion! You're such... and all because
i didn't talk about your case. You found it strange.
Is that right? Did i guess?...I didn't talk intentionally, decided to postpone
until the next time...and now be tactful after this!
And you eavesdrop.
Oh, that's your point! One can't eavesdrop, but gnawing old ladies is allowed.
And moreover without saying a word Schiller riots
every minute. What's going on, dear? Maybe...maybe i'm
old man, you know, backward... I don't understand a thing so
explain, for Gog's sake. Eludicate with newest principles!
Do you want to annoy me? You're trying in vain. All the same i won't leave you.
Listen, maybe you have to go away somewhere? To America.
Don't you have money? I'll give you for the way.
I don't think about it at all.
I understand. Moral questions are on your way...questions of citizen and man.
So, what then? Well, step up and inform authorities that, look,
as the saying goes, such case has happened with me: there was a mistake in theory...
Don't you want it? Well then, questions aside.
Is Schiller disturbing you? If so, you shouldn't have meddled in...
One shouldn't engage himself in things that are not his own. Well, shoot yourself.
You don't want that, also?
Enough. Adieu!
What a bastard! How could i expect something of him!...
I will go no further with you. Tell me everything here.
Firsty, there is no way it can be told on the street. Secondly, you
must hear out Sofia Semyonovna. Thirdly, i will show you
something...as an evidence.
Has Sofia Semyonovna been warned?
Of course, not. Don't you understand? Even slightets imprudence equals denounciation.
What if she's not at home?
We'll wait. Anyway, [she's] probably home. It's not the day for paying visits...
she's buried a kinswoman...in short words, if you don't accede...
to come to me i refuse any explanations and walk away.
Am i really that frightening?
Although i know you're a man...without honour, yet i'm not at all afraid of you.
Go forth.
There's one more room of my landlady. It's for rent; yet no
lodgers are found. Behind that door is Sofia Semyonovna's room.
I brought chair from my room. So that it was more comfrotable to eavesdrop.
Were you eavesdropping?
Yes, all conversations between Sofia Semyonovna and
Rodion Romanovich. Two evenings in turn. My letter is based
fully on his words.
But...it can't be! You drop a hint on some...
crime as if committed by him. But...i heard about it even before you.
I know why and from where it is fabricated.
This detestable, laughable suspicion! Foolish tale!
I don't believe you! As you wish.
I heard complete confession. He's a murderer.
It can't be...no! Not a slightest motive, not a slightest reason...lie!
He robbed, here's the reason for you... Could he really?!
But you saw him! Can he honestly be a thief? Sofia Semyonovna also didn't believe. He explained her...
What, what did he explain? Matter's long, Avdotya Romanovna...
There's, how to tell you, a theory of its kind...but
let's go to my place. Here's nothing even to sit on.
Eh, Avdotya Romanovna...
now all has become muddy, that is, anyhow, it has never
been particularly clear...Russian people are extensive; people
are vast as their land is...
and extraordinarily prone to fantastic and irregular.
Problem is to be vast without any particular genius... Anyway, i don't blame Rodion Romanovich
i never blame anybody, but you already know that...
Remember. How much we talked about this matter between you and me
sitting all evenings on the terrace in the garden..
Where are you going, Avdotya Romanovna? I want to see...Sofia Semyonovna.
Sofia Semyovna won't be back until night. I assume so.
So you lied! All in all lied!
Calm down, Avdotya Romanovna! Calm down, and...we will
save him, deliver him. Do you want i'll bring him abroad? I'll send him away in three days!
He will carry out good dees, many good deeds and everything will come right. Moreover
he could still be a great man...
Scoundrel, and he's laughing! Let me...
Where do you want to go? To him. Where is he? Do you know?...
When did you manage to lock?!
You should't yell trough the whole house. I'm honestly not laughing.
Wait, don't go to him. He's being followed...they've already
picked up the trail...you'll only bring him to madness and he will denounce himself.
Let's sit together and think it through. And that's why i've called you...
Is it really possible to save him? How can you save him?
All is in your hands....
One words from you and he's saved... I have friends, money.
I will make a passport for him, you, your mommy. Why do you need such Razumihin? I, too, love you...
I immensely love you... Don't look at me like that!
Well...say: do, and i will do it! I will do everything!
I will do impossible! Allow me to kiss brim of your dress...
Open up.
I can't stand that sound. Don't you understand you're killing me...
Open the door! There's nobody there. Housekepper has gone out. Kapernaumovi are far off.
Where's the key? Open! I've lost it and by no means can find it.
That's an outrage!
An outrage? Who will believe you? On what grounds young girl came
alone to the appartment of lonely man?
Bastard...
Anyway, you're completely right: violence is a dirty trick.
That is, there is no way it can be proven.
But there will be nothing on your conscience if you'll agree of your own free will.
Think about it; fate of your brother, of your mother is in your hands.
And i will be your slave. For all life. I will wait for you here.
My revolver! And i was looking for it!
Our rural shooting lessons haven't been a waste of time...
That's not your revolver, but Marfa Petrovna's. You had nothing of your own in her house!
I took it as soon as i started to suspect what are you capable of!
Don't move! One step and i will shoot!
And your brother? I'm asking just of curiousity.
Denounce, if you want to! You poisoned your wife, i know, you are a murderer yourself!
Are you certain of that?
Yes, you told me yourself...you told me about poison. I know you went after them! You had everything prepared!
Even if it were true, then the reason was you...
Liar! I've always hated you! Always!
Avdotya Romanovna! Looks like you've forgotten how in the heat of propaganda
you already began to lean over and blush. Remember, evening in the moonlight, nightingale was singing?
Liar!
Am i lying? Let's assume, i am. Women shouldn't be reminded of such things.
I know you will shoot, you good beast. Well, shoot!
Well, you've missed.
Shoot again. I'm waiting. Pull the trigger.
Otherwise i'll manage to grab you first.
Leave me! I will shoot! I...will kill!
From three steps it's impossible. Impossible not to kill. If you won't kill then...
Mistake!
You've not loaded it correctly. There is another bullet.
Put it in order, i'll wait.
Let me! Is there really no love?
Couldn't you? Ever? Never!
Here's the key, take it and go away.
Faster, faster!
Two bullets...
I've never loved water. Even in landscapes.
It seems now it should be all the same.
But exactly here i've become picky.
Really a beast who chooses its place.
There's no others, all are occupied. Will you order anything?
Do you have tea?
That's possible. We have also veal, vodka, refreshments...
Tea and veal. I'm listening...
Trees. I don't like this noise. Must be there's some
garden outside the window. Well now, Marfa Petrovna?
To give you everything now. And place is appropriate..
And time. But just now you won't come.
Phew, hell, that's mouse.
I left veal of the table...
Damn, where is it? Here it is...
Nightmare for all night. Better not to sleep at all. This Raskolnikov,
however, is a swindler. He's a thorough swindler already,
in time he'll become even more [of a swindler] Now he wants to live
too much. In this issue this nation are dastards. To hell with them...
To hell! To hell! Where's this garden...
O, signal! Water is rising in Neva. In the morning all cellar
rats will surface...what time is it?
It will be sunrise soon. What to wait for?
Where then? Under the bush? Well, looks like under the bush.
Bush. Good bush. All wet. No, it's not good under the bush.
Ha! Here's the place. What can be better? In the presence of official witness.
That's so simple...Achilles.
Well?
You've got a helmet like Achilles has. Here is not the place.
I, buddy, wanted to go to foreign lands. To foreign lands...
To America.
I said here's not the place.
Why here's not the place?
That doesn't matter, buddy. The place is good, so, if someone will ask
you just say so: went to America.
Sit down, Rodya, sit down, dear, you must be tired. Oh, how untidy you are...
I, mommy, was under the rain...
No, no. No! You think i will immediately begin
to question you; don't wory. I've decided once and for all:
how could i comprehend your reasons,
how could i demand reports from you? God now what plans, what thoughts
are in your head, but i will pull your hand.
Oh Lord, my God! What did i do?
Rodya, i am reading your article for i don't know which time already.
I don't understand much, well, maybe it should be so: how could i [understand]?
Show me. Just a moment...
The moment i saw it i became stunned...
So that's what he's doing! So that's the answer to all things! Though
i am stupid, Rodya, but i can conclude
that quite soon you'll become one of first men,
if not the first of all, in our educated world.
How could they think that you had gone crazy! And i, too, am foolish,
to endure so much seeing how you live.
But now i know: i know that all it takes from you is to want, and
you'll achieve all at once, with your mind, with your talent, it's just that now
you simply occupy yourself with more important matters...
Leave it, mommy, i'll go now. Please, hear me out.
Mommy. No matter what happens, no matter what you're told
about me, will you love me just as you do now?
Rodya, Rodya, yes, what is with you? Yes...how can you
ask that? Who and what will tell me?
I...i won'te believe, i'll simply drive [them] away.
Mommy...i came to assure you that i have always loved you.
Altough you will be unhappy, know that your son loves you more than himself
and will never stop loving you. And that's enough. I had to begin with this...
What's up with you, Rodya, i don't know. But i feel, judging form all this, that
some great grief awaits you.
I think about this all the time, i don't sleep at nights.
This night Dunyecka also slept in delirium and remembered of you all the time.
I heard something, and didn't understand...Rodya... Where are you going?
Are you departing to somewhere? I am.
I thought so! Where are you departing to? Far? Very far.
Is there a job, a career for you?
What God will send...Farewell, mommy. It's time.
How! Today! Can't i [go] with you? Say prayers for me. Maybe your prayer will be heard.
Let me sign a cross on you... My blessings.
So! Lord, what are we doing? I...
Rodya, when i saw you first time...when
i came, i guess all, all, all at once, and later
later i think: so it has come, this fateful hour.
Rodya, but you're not departing right away? No.
And it's not right now forever? You will come by tomorrow?
I will.
Suffering, trials...why all this?
Will i after twenty years of penal serviude, deformed by suffering, idiocy
in old age feebleness realize better than i do now?
No, simply my soul...will reconcile itself.
I will whimper, call myself a criminal...
Well, it will be so, how could i be otherwise? Stone is crying....
They deserve it.
Every one of them is bastard and criminal already because of their character; even worse -
Idiot.
Right this minute go to the crossroads, kiss the ground you have desecrated, and after that bow to the whole world,
to all four corners of the world and say loudly: i have murdered! Then God will send life for you again!...
You're here...babysitter. Mine. Babysitter...
Well, let it be so.
Until i climb up... I have to go in like a man. Why?
The more loathsome, the better. Maybe go to Nikodim Fomich, to his appartment?
To manage in such familiar manner. No, no, better [go] to Gunpowder. If drink, then drink whole cup...
Nobody's here? Whom do you want?
Hearing not heard, seeing not seen, yet russian spirit.
Like in that tale...i forgot! My-y regrets.
To us? With what purpose? I, must confess... how? what? Excuse me...
Raskolnikov.
Well then: Raskolnikov! Could you really assume that i had forgotten...Rodion Ro...
Rodion Romanovich.
Yes, yes, yes, Rodion Romanovich, Rodion Romanovich! This i...
I, must confess, sincerily grieved that me and you then...
To me was explained later... Yound writer and even a scientist...
so to say, first steps...eh..oh, Lord! Who of
writer and scientists haven't done original first steps?
Both me and my wife, we admire literature, and wife, so to say, till passion!
I confess i even wanted to go to you and explain myself, i thought, maybe, you...
Yes! Maybe you're changing the flat?
No, it's just that i...i thought i will find Zametov here.
Oh, yes! You've become friends, so i've heard. Well, Zametov is not here.
He doesn't work here since yesterday.
He transfered, before transfering even had a quarrels with everybody. Windy boy, nothing more.
Go with him, go with our splendid youth!
He wants to undergo some kind of examination!
He will just spoil the whole exam and that will be all. It's not like, for example, you
book, with quill behind your ear.
Ascetic, monk, hermit! I am partly too. Have you read Livingston's diaries?
No...
But i have. And what times [that] were, i tell you?
What times? Immeasurable thirst for enlightenment. Enlighten and that's enough.
Why to misuse? Why to offend decent
persons as bastard Zametov does?
Look, how suicides have increased, i tell you
you can't even imagine.
All they fritter away their last money and then kill themselves.
Girls, boys, old men...
This morning the was a report about some suicide. Nil Pavlich, Nil Pavlich!
What was the name of this gentlemen who shot himself? Svidrigailov.
Svidrigailov has shot himself! What? Did you know Svidrigailov?
Yes...my sister served as governess in their home. I knew nothing...well...
Well, it's time for me. Excuse me for disturbance.
Not worth mentioning! You even caused pleasure!
I...am glad...
Good bye.
So then... Don't sneak.
You're back? Did you forgot something?
What's up with you? Something's wrong with you. Chair! Give it here, quietly, quietly.
So then. Give...chair. Take a seat. Well then, water. Water, water, water.
It was me...i murdered old pawnbroker and Lizaveta, her sister, with an axe and robbed them.
Why my idea was more foolish than others?
Why my act seems so pointless? Because it is crime?
And what does "crime" mean? My conscience is clear...of course,
criminal offence has been performed, law has been broken and
blood has been spilled, then take my head for a law.
And that's enough! Many benefactors of humanity
taking rule in possession, must be punished after
the very first steps. Yet these people endured their steps and that's why
they're right, but i didn't endure and, must be, i didn't have a right
to allow me this step. This is my crime:
that i admitted my guilt.
Why didn't i kill myself? Is there really such force in this will
to live and it's so hard to step over it? But me? I will live. Agonize here
for seven more years... Seven more years...