Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (famous ebook reader TXT) 📖

‘There’s no denying that you are a brave girl. Upon my word, I thought you would have asked Mr. Razumihin to escort you here. But he was not with you nor anywhere near. I was on the look-out. It’s spirited of you, it proves you wanted to spare Rodion Romanovitch. But

everything is divine in you…. About your brother, what am I to say to you? You’ve just seen him yourself. What did you think of him?’

‘Surely that’s not the only thing you are building on?’

‘No, not on that, but on his own words. He came here on two successive evenings to see Sofya Semyonovna. I’ve shown you where they sat. He made a full confession to her. He is a murderer. He killed an old woman, a pawnbroker, with whom he had pawned things himself.

He killed her sister too, a pedlar woman called Lizaveta, who happened to come in while he was murdering her sister. He killed them with an axe he brought with him.

He murdered them to rob them and he did rob them. He took money and various things…. He told all this, word for word, to Sofya Semyonovna, the only person who knows his secret. But she has had no share by word or deed in the murder; she was as horrified at it as you are now. Don’t be anxious, she won’t betray him.’

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‘It cannot be,’ muttered Dounia, with white lips. She gasped for breath. ‘It cannot be. There was not the slightest cause, no sort of ground…. It’s a lie, a lie!’

‘He robbed her, that was the cause, he took money and things. It’s true that by his own admission he made no use of the money or things, but hid them under a stone, where they are now. But that was because he dared not make use of them.’

‘But how could he steal, rob? How could he dream of it?’ cried Dounia, and she jumped up from the chair.

‘Why, you know him, and you’ve seen him, can he be a thief?’

She seemed to be imploring Svidrigaïlov; she had entirely forgotten her fear.

‘There are thousands and millions of combinations and possibilities, Avdotya Romanovna. A thief steals and knows he is a scoundrel, but I’ve heard of a gentleman who broke open the mail. Who knows, very likely he thought he was doing a gentlemanly thing! Of course I should not have believed it myself if I’d been told of it as you have, but I believe my own ears. He explained all the causes of it to Sofya Semyonovna too, but she did not believe her ears at first, yet she believed her own eyes at last.’

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‘What … were the causes?’

‘It’s a long story, Avdotya Romanovna. Here’s … how shall I tell you?—A theory of a sort, the same one by which I for instance consider that a single misdeed is permissible if the principal aim is right, a solitary wrongdoing and hundreds of good deeds! It’s galling too, of course, for a young man of gifts and overweening pride to know that if he had, for instance, a paltry three thousand, his whole career, his whole future would be differently shaped and yet not to have that three thousand.

Add to that, nervous irritability from hunger, from lodging in a hole, from rags, from a vivid sense of the charm of his social position and his sister’s and mother’s position too.

Above all, vanity, pride and vanity, though goodness knows he may have good qualities too…. I am not blaming him, please don’t think it; besides, it’s not my business. A special little theory came in too—a theory of a sort—dividing mankind, you see, into material and superior persons, that is persons to whom the law does not apply owing to their superiority, who make laws for the rest of mankind, the material, that is. It’s all right as a theory, une théorie comme une autre. Napoleon attracted him tremendously, that is, what affected him was that a great many men of genius have not hesitated at wrongdoing, 866 of 967

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but have overstepped the law without thinking about it.

He seems to have fancied that he was a genius too—that is, he was convinced of it for a time. He has suffered a great deal and is still suffering from the idea that he could make a theory, but was incapable of boldly overstepping the law, and so he is not a man of genius. And that’s humiliating for a young man of any pride, in our day especially….’

‘But remorse? You deny him any moral feeling then? Is he like that?’

‘Ah, Avdotya Romanovna, everything is in a muddle now; not that it was ever in very good order. Russians in general are broad in their ideas, Avdotya Romanovna, broad like their land and exceedingly disposed to the fantastic, the chaotic. But it’s a misfortune to be broad without a special genius. Do you remember what a lot of talk we had together on this subject, sitting in the evenings on the terrace after supper? Why, you used to reproach me with breadth! Who knows, perhaps we were talking at the very time when he was lying here thinking over his plan. There are no sacred traditions amongst us, especially in the educated class, Avdotya Romanovna. At the best someone will make them up somehow for himself out of books or from some old chronicle. But those are for the 867 of 967

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most part the learned and all old fogeys, so that it would be almost ill-bred in a man of society. You know my opinions in general, though. I never blame anyone. I do nothing at all, I persevere in that. But we’ve talked of this more than once before. I was so happy indeed as to interest you in my opinions…. You are very pale, Avdotya Romanovna.’

‘I know his theory. I read that article of his about men to whom all is permitted. Razumihin brought it to me.’

‘Mr. Razumihin? Your brother’s article? In a magazine?

Is there such an article? I didn’t know. It must be interesting. But where are you going, Avdotya

Romanovna?’

‘I want to see Sofya Semyonovna,’ Dounia articulated faintly. ‘How do I go to her? She has come in, perhaps. I must see her at once. Perhaps she …’

Avdotya Romanovna could not finish. Her breath literally failed her.

‘Sofya Semyonovna will not be back till night, at least I believe not. She was to have been back at once, but if not, then she will not be in till quite late.’

‘Ah, then you are lying! I see … you were lying …

lying all the time…. I don’t believe you! I don’t believe you!’ cried Dounia, completely losing her head.

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Almost fainting, she sank on to a chair which

Svidrigaïlov made haste to give her.

‘Avdotya Romanovna, what is it? Control yourself!

Here is some water. Drink a little….’

He sprinkled some water over her. Dounia shuddered and came to herself.

‘It has acted violently,’ Svidrigaïlov muttered to himself, frowning. ‘Avdotya Romanovna, calm yourself!

Believe me, he has friends. We will save him. Would you like me to take him abroad? I have money, I can get a ticket in three days. And as for the murder, he will do all sorts of good deeds yet, to atone for it. Calm yourself. He may become a great man yet. Well, how are you? How do you feel?’

‘Cruel man! To be able to jeer at it! Let me go …’

‘Where are you going?’

‘To him. Where is he? Do you know? Why is this door locked? We came in at that door and now it is locked.

When did you manage to lock it?’

‘We couldn’t be shouting all over the flat on such a subject. I am far from jeering; it’s simply that I’m sick of talking like this. But how can you go in such a state? Do you want to betray him? You will drive him to fury, and he will give himself up. Let me tell you, he is already 869 of 967

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being watched; they are already on his track. You will simply be giving him away. Wait a little: I saw him and was talking to him just now. He can still be saved. Wait a bit, sit down; let us think it over together. I asked you to come in order to discuss it alone with you and to consider it thoroughly. But do sit down!’

‘How can you save him? Can he really be saved?’

Dounia sat down. Svidrigaïlov sat down beside her.

‘It all depends on you, on you, on you alone,’ he begin with glowing eyes, almost in a whisper and hardly able to utter the words for emotion.

Dounia drew back from him in alarm. He too was trembling all over.

‘You … one word from you, and he is saved. I … I’ll save him. I have money and friends. I’ll send him away at once. I’ll get a passport, two passports, one for him and one for me. I have friends … capable people…. If you like, I’ll take a passport for you … for your mother….

What do you want with Razumihin? I love you too…. I love you beyond everything…. Let me kiss the hem of your dress, let me, let me…. The very rustle of it is too much for me. Tell me, ‘do that,’ and I’ll do it. I’ll do everything. I will do the impossible. What you believe, I will believe. I’ll do anything —anything! Don’t, don’t 870 of 967

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look at me like that. Do you know that you are killing me? …’

He was almost beginning to rave…. Something seemed suddenly to go to his head. Dounia jumped up and rushed to the door.

‘Open it! Open it!’ she called, shaking the door. ‘Open it! Is there no one there?’

Svidrigaïlov got up and came to himself. His still trembling lips slowly broke into an angry mocking smile.

‘There is no one at home,’ he said quietly and emphatically. ‘The landlady has gone out, and it’s waste of time to shout like that. You are only exciting yourself uselessly.’

‘Where is the key? Open the door at once, at once, base man!’

‘I have lost the key and cannot find it.’

‘This is an outrage,’ cried Dounia, turning pale as death. She rushed to the furthest corner, where she made haste to barricade herself with a little table.

She did not scream, but she fixed her eyes on her tormentor and watched every movement he made.

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appearance, but his face was pale as before. The mocking smile did not leave his face.

‘You spoke of outrage just now, Avdotya Romanovna.

In that case you may be sure I’ve taken measures. Sofya Semyonovna is not at home. The Kapernaumovs are far away—there are five locked rooms between. I am at least twice as strong as you are and I have nothing to fear, besides. For you could not complain afterwards. You surely would not be willing actually to betray your brother? Besides, no one would believe you. How should a girl have come alone to visit a solitary man in his lodgings? So that even if you do sacrifice your brother, you could prove nothing. It is very difficult to prove an assault, Avdotya Romanovna.’

‘Scoundrel!’ whispered Dounia indignantly.

‘As you like, but observe I was only speaking by way of a general proposition. It’s my personal conviction that you are perfectly right —violence is hateful. I only spoke to show you that you need have no remorse even if … you were willing to save your brother of your own accord, as I suggest to you. You would be simply submitting to circumstances, to violence, in fact, if we must use that word. Think