Read Drama Books Online Free


Our electronic library offers you a huge selection of books for every taste. On this website you can find any genre that suits your mood. Every day you can alternate book genres from the section TOP 100 books as it is free reading online.
You even don’t need register. Online library is always with you in your smartphone.


What is the genre of drama in books?


Read online books Drama in English at worldlibraryebooks.comIn literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.


Drama books online


All problems are in our heads. We want to be pitied. Every single person sooner or later experiences their own personal drama, which can leave its mark on him in his later life and forces him to perform sometimes unexpected actions. Sometimes another person can become the subject of drama for a person, whom he loves or fears, then the relationship of these people may be unexpected. Exactly in drama books we are watching their future fate.
eBooks on our website are available for reading online right now.


Electronic library are very popular and convenient for people of all ages.If you love the idea that give you a ride on a roller coaster of emotions choose our library site, free books drama genre for reading without registering.

Read books online » Drama » Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (famous ebook reader TXT) 📖

Book online «Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (famous ebook reader TXT) 📖». Author Fyodor Dostoevsky



1 ... 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 ... 103
Go to page:
fool again. I thought I should amuse you with my chatter, and I believe I have only made you cross.’

‘Was it you I did not recognise when I was delirious?’

Raskolnikov asked, after a moment’s pause without turning his head.

‘Yes, and you flew into a rage about it, especially when I brought Zametov one day.’

‘Zametov? The head clerk? What for?’ Raskolnikov turned round quickly and fixed his eyes on Razumihin.

‘What’s the matter with you? … What are you upset about? He wanted to make your acquaintance because I 232 of 967

Crime and Punishment

talked to him a lot about you…. How could I have found out so much except from him? He is a capital fellow, brother, first-rate … in his own way, of course. Now we are friends—see each other almost every day. I have moved into this part, you know. I have only just moved.

I’ve been with him to Luise Ivanovna once or twice….

Do you remember Luise, Luise Ivanovna?

‘Did I say anything in delirium?’

‘I should think so! You were beside yourself.’

‘What did I rave about?’

‘What next? What did you rave about? What people do rave about…. Well, brother, now I must not lose time. To work.’ He got up from the table and took up his cap.

‘What did I rave about?’

‘How he keeps on! Are you afraid of having let out some secret? Don’t worry yourself; you said nothing about a countess. But you said a lot about a bulldog, and about ear-rings and chains, and about Krestovsky Island, and some porter, and Nikodim Fomitch and Ilya Petrovitch, the assistant superintendent. And another thing that was of special interest to you was your own sock. You whined,

‘Give me my sock.’ Zametov hunted all about your room for your socks, and with his own scented, ring-bedecked fingers he gave you the rag. And only then were you 233 of 967

Crime and Punishment

comforted, and for the next twenty-four hours you held the wretched thing in your hand; we could not get it from you. It is most likely somewhere under your quilt at this moment. And then you asked so piteously for fringe for your trousers. We tried to find out what sort of fringe, but we could not make it out. Now to business! Here are thirty-five roubles; I take ten of them, and shall give you an account of them in an hour or two. I will let Zossimov know at the same time, though he ought to have been here long ago, for it is nearly twelve. And you, Nastasya, look in pretty often while I am away, to see whether he wants a drink or anything else. And I will tell Pashenka what is wanted myself. Good-bye!’

‘He calls her Pashenka! Ah, he’s a deep one!’ said Nastasya as he went out; then she opened the door and stood listening, but could not resist running downstairs after him. She was very eager to hear what he would say to the landlady. She was evidently quite fascinated by Razumihin.

No sooner had she left the room than the sick man flung off the bedclothes and leapt out of bed like a madman. With burning, twitching impatience he had waited for them to be gone so that he might set to work.

234 of 967

Crime and Punishment

But to what work? Now, as though to spite him, it eluded him.

‘Good God, only tell me one thing: do they know of it yet or not? What if they know it and are only pretending, mocking me while I am laid up, and then they will come in and tell me that it’s been discovered long ago and that they have only … What am I to do now? That’s what I’ve forgotten, as though on purpose; forgotten it all at once, I remembered a minute ago.’

He stood in the middle of the room and gazed in miserable bewilderment about him; he walked to the door, opened it, listened; but that was not what he wanted. Suddenly, as though recalling something, he rushed to the corner where there was a hole under the paper, began examining it, put his hand into the hole, fumbled—but that was not it. He went to the stove, opened it and began rummaging in the ashes; the frayed edges of his trousers and the rags cut off his pocket were lying there just as he had thrown them. No one had looked, then! Then he remembered the sock about which Razumihin had just been telling him. Yes, there it lay on the sofa under the quilt, but it was so covered with dust and grime that Zametov could not have seen anything on it.

235 of 967

Crime and Punishment

‘Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the police office? Where’s the notice? Bah! I am mixing it up; that was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now … now I have been ill. But what did Zametov come for? Why did Razumihin bring him?’ he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again. ‘What does it mean?

Am I still in delirium, or is it real? I believe it is real….

Ah, I remember; I must escape! Make haste to escape. Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes … but where? And where are my clothes? I’ve no boots. They’ve taken them away!

They’ve hidden them! I understand! Ah, here is my coat—

they passed that over! And here is money on the table, thank God! And here’s the I O U … I’ll take the money and go and take another lodging. They won’t find me! …

Yes, but the address bureau? They’ll find me, Razumihin will find me. Better escape altogether … far away … to America, and let them do their worst! And take the I O U

… it would be of use there…. What else shall I take?

They think I am ill! They don’t know that I can walk, ha-ha-ha! I could see by their eyes that they know all about it! If only I could get downstairs! And what if they have set a watch there—policemen! What’s this tea? Ah, and here is beer left, half a bottle, cold!’

236 of 967

Crime and Punishment

He snatched up the bottle, which still contained a glassful of beer, and gulped it down with relish, as though quenching a flame in his breast. But in another minute the beer had gone to his head, and a faint and even pleasant shiver ran down his spine. He lay down and pulled the quilt over him. His sick and incoherent thoughts grew more and more disconnected, and soon a light, pleasant drowsiness came upon him. With a sense of comfort he nestled his head into the pillow, wrapped more closely about him the soft, wadded quilt which had replaced the old, ragged greatcoat, sighed softly and sank into a deep, sound, refreshing sleep.

He woke up, hearing someone come in. He opened his eyes and saw Razumihin standing in the doorway, uncertain whether to come in or not. Raskolnikov sat up quickly on the sofa and gazed at him, as though trying to recall something.

‘Ah, you are not asleep! Here I am! Nastasya, bring in the parcel!’ Razumihin shouted down the stairs. ‘You shall have the account directly.’

‘What time is it?’ asked Raskolnikov, looking round uneasily.

237 of 967

Crime and Punishment

‘Yes, you had a fine sleep, brother, it’s almost evening, it will be six o’clock directly. You have slept more than six hours.’

‘Good heavens! Have I?’

‘And why not? It will do you good. What’s the hurry?

A tryst, is it? We’ve all time before us. I’ve been waiting for the last three hours for you; I’ve been up twice and found you asleep. I’ve called on Zossimov twice; not at home, only fancy! But no matter, he will turn up. And I’ve been out on my own business, too. You know I’ve been moving to-day, moving with my uncle. I have an uncle living with me now. But that’s no matter, to business. Give me the parcel, Nastasya. We will open it directly. And how do you feel now, brother?’

‘I am quite well, I am not ill. Razumihin, have you been here long?’

‘I tell you I’ve been waiting for the last three hours.’

‘No, before.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘How long have you been coming here?’

‘Why I told you all about it this morning. Don’t you remember?’

238 of 967

Crime and Punishment

Raskolnikov pondered. The morning seemed like a dream to him. He could not remember alone, and looked inquiringly at Razumihin.

‘Hm!’ said the latter, ‘he has forgotten. I fancied then that you were not quite yourself. Now you are better for your sleep…. You really look much better. First-rate!

Well, to business. Look here, my dear boy.’

He began untying the bundle, which evidently

interested him.

‘Believe me, brother, this is something specially near my heart. For we must make a man of you. Let’s begin from the top. Do you see this cap?’ he said, taking out of the bundle a fairly good though cheap and ordinary cap.

‘Let me try it on.’

‘Presently, afterwards,’ said Raskolnikov, waving it off pettishly.

‘Come, Rodya, my boy, don’t oppose it, afterwards will be too late; and I shan’t sleep all night, for I bought it by guess, without measure. Just right!’ he cried triumphantly, fitting it on, ‘just your size! A proper head-covering is the first thing in dress and a recommendation in its own way. Tolstyakov, a friend of mine, is always obliged to take off his pudding basin when he goes into any public place where other people wear their hats or 239 of 967

Crime and Punishment

caps. People think he does it from slavish politeness, but it’s simply because he is ashamed of his bird’s nest; he is such a boastful fellow! Look, Nastasya, here are two specimens of headgear: this Palmerston’—he took from the corner Raskolnikov’s old, battered hat, which for some unknown reason, he called a Palmerston—‘or this jewel! Guess the price, Rodya, what do you suppose I paid for it, Nastasya!’ he said, turning to her, seeing that Raskolnikov did not speak.

‘Twenty copecks, no more, I dare say,’ answered Nastasya.

‘Twenty copecks, silly!’ he cried, offended. ‘Why, nowadays you would cost more than that—eighty

copecks! And that only because it has been worn. And it’s bought on condition that when’s it’s worn out, they will give you another next year. Yes, on my word! Well, now let us pass to the United States of America, as they called them at school. I assure you I am proud of these breeches,’

and he exhibited to Raskolnikov a pair of light, summer trousers of grey woollen material. ‘No holes, no spots, and quite respectable, although a little worn; and a waistcoat to match, quite in the fashion. And its being worn really is an improvement, it’s softer, smoother…. You see, Rodya, to my thinking, the great thing for getting on in the world is 240 of 967

Crime and Punishment

always to keep to the seasons; if you don’t insist on having asparagus in January, you keep your money in your purse; and it’s the same with this purchase. It’s summer now, so I’ve been buying summer things— warmer materials will be wanted for autumn, so you will have to throw these away in any case … especially as they will be done for by then from their own lack of coherence if not your higher standard of luxury. Come, price them! What do you say?

Two roubles twenty-five copecks! And remember the condition: if you wear these out, you will have another suit for nothing! They only do business on that system at Fedyaev’s; if you’ve bought a thing once, you are satisfied for life, for you will never go there again of your own free will. Now for the boots. What do you say? You see that they are a bit worn, but they’ll last a couple of months, for it’s foreign work and foreign leather; the secretary of the English Embassy sold them last week—he had only worn them

1 ... 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 ... 103
Go to page:

Free ebook «Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (famous ebook reader TXT) 📖» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment