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help us to go together. But … where … are you going?’

‘Good-bye, mother.’

‘What, to-day?’ she cried, as though losing him for ever.

‘I can’t stay, I must go now….’

‘And can’t I come with you?’

‘No, but kneel down and pray to God for me. Your prayer perhaps will reach Him.’

‘Let me bless you and sign you with the cross. That’s right, that’s right. Oh, God, what are we doing?’

Yes, he was glad, he was very glad that there was no one there, that he was alone with his mother. For the first time after all those awful months his heart was softened.

He fell down before her, he kissed her feet and both wept, embracing. And she was not surprised and did not question him this time. For some days she had realised that something awful was happening to her son and that now some terrible minute had come for him.

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‘Rodya, my darling, my first born,’ she said sobbing,

‘now you are just as when you were little. You would run like this to me and hug me and kiss me. When your father was living and we were poor, you comforted us simply by being with us and when I buried your father, how often we wept together at his grave and embraced, as now. And if I’ve been crying lately, it’s that my mother’s heart had a foreboding of trouble. The first time I saw you, that evening, you remember, as soon as we arrived here, I guessed simply from your eyes. My heart sank at once, and to-day when I opened the door and looked at you, I thought the fatal hour had come. Rodya, Rodya, you are not going away to-day?’

‘No!’

‘You’ll come again?’

‘Yes … I’ll come.’

‘Rodya, don’t be angry, I don’t dare to question you. I know I mustn’t. Only say two words to me—is it far where you are going?’

‘Very far.’

‘What is awaiting you there? Some post or career for you?’

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‘What God sends … only pray for me.’ Raskolnikov went to the door, but she clutched him and gazed despairingly into his eyes. Her face worked with terror.

‘Enough, mother,’ said Raskolnikov, deeply regretting that he had come.

‘Not for ever, it’s not yet for ever? You’ll come, you’ll come to-morrow?’

‘I will, I will, good-bye.’ He tore himself away at last.

It was a warm, fresh, bright evening; it had cleared up in the morning. Raskolnikov went to his lodgings; he made haste. He wanted to finish all before sunset. He did not want to meet anyone till then. Going up the stairs he noticed that Nastasya rushed from the samovar to watch him intently. ‘Can anyone have come to see me?’ he wondered. He had a disgusted vision of Porfiry. But opening his door he saw Dounia. She was sitting alone, plunged in deep thought, and looked as though she had been waiting a long time. He stopped short in the doorway. She rose from the sofa in dismay and stood up facing him. Her eyes, fixed upon him, betrayed horror and infinite grief. And from those eyes alone he saw at once that she knew.

‘Am I to come in or go away?’ he asked uncertainly.

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‘I’ve been all day with Sofya Semyonovna. We were both waiting for you. We thought that you would be sure to come there.’

Raskolnikov went into the room and sank exhausted on a chair.

‘I feel weak, Dounia, I am very tired; and I should have liked at this moment to be able to control myself.’

He glanced at her mistrustfully.

‘Where were you all night?’

‘I don’t remember clearly. You see, sister, I wanted to make up my mind once for all, and several times I walked by the Neva, I remember that I wanted to end it all there, but … I couldn’t make up my mind,’ he whispered, looking at her mistrustfully again.

‘Thank God! That was just what we were afraid of, Sofya Semyonovna and I. Then you still have faith in life?

Thank God, thank God!’

Raskolnikov smiled bitterly.

‘I haven’t faith, but I have just been weeping in mother’s arms; I haven’t faith, but I have just asked her to pray for me. I don’t know how it is, Dounia, I don’t understand it.’

‘Have you been at mother’s? Have you told her?’ cried Dounia, horror- stricken. ‘Surely you haven’t done that?’

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‘No, I didn’t tell her … in words; but she understood a great deal. She heard you talking in your sleep. I am sure she half understands it already. Perhaps I did wrong in going to see her. I don’t know why I did go. I am a contemptible person, Dounia.’

‘A contemptible person, but ready to face suffering!

You are, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, I am going. At once. Yes, to escape the disgrace I thought of drowning myself, Dounia, but as I looked into the water, I thought that if I had considered myself strong till now I’d better not be afraid of disgrace,’ he said, hurrying on. ‘It’s pride, Dounia.’

‘Pride, Rodya.’

There was a gleam of fire in his lustreless eyes; he seemed to be glad to think that he was still proud.

‘You don’t think, sister, that I was simply afraid of the water?’ he asked, looking into her face with a sinister smile.

‘Oh, Rodya, hush!’ cried Dounia bitterly. Silence lasted for two minutes. He sat with his eyes fixed on the floor; Dounia stood at the other end of the table and looked at him with anguish. Suddenly he got up.

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‘It’s late, it’s time to go! I am going at once to give myself up. But I don’t know why I am going to give myself up.’

Big tears fell down her cheeks.

‘You are crying, sister, but can you hold out your hand to me?’

‘You doubted it?’

She threw her arms round him.

‘Aren’t you half expiating your crime by facing the suffering?’ she cried, holding him close and kissing him.

‘Crime? What crime?’ he cried in sudden fury. ‘That I killed a vile noxious insect, an old pawnbroker woman, of use to no one! … Killing her was atonement for forty sins.

She was sucking the life out of poor people. Was that a crime? I am not thinking of it and I am not thinking of expiating it, and why are you all rubbing it in on all sides?

‘A crime! a crime!’ Only now I see clearly the imbecility of my cowardice, now that I have decided to face this superfluous disgrace. It’s simply because I am contemptible and have nothing in me that I have decided to, perhaps too for my advantage, as that … Porfiry … suggested!’

‘Brother, brother, what are you saying? Why, you have shed blood?’ cried Dounia in despair.

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‘Which all men shed,’ he put in almost frantically,

‘which flows and has always flowed in streams, which is spilt like champagne, and for which men are crowned in the Capitol and are called afterwards benefactors of mankind. Look into it more carefully and understand it! I too wanted to do good to men and would have done hundreds, thousands of good deeds to make up for that one piece of stupidity, not stupidity even, simply clumsiness, for the idea was by no means so stupid as it seems now that it has failed…. (Everything seems stupid when it fails.) By that stupidity I only wanted to put myself into an independent position, to take the first step, to obtain means, and then everything would have been smoothed over by benefits immeasurable in comparison….

But I … I couldn’t carry out even the first step, because I am contemptible, that’s what’s the matter! And yet I won’t look at it as you do. If I had succeeded I should have been crowned with glory, but now I’m trapped.’

‘But that’s not so, not so! Brother, what are you saying?’

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more clearly than now, and I am further than ever from seeing that what I did was a crime. I’ve never, never been stronger and more convinced than now.’

The colour had rushed into his pale exhausted face, but as he uttered his last explanation, he happened to meet Dounia’s eyes and he saw such anguish in them that he could not help being checked. He felt that he had, anyway, made these two poor women miserable, that he was, anyway, the cause …

‘Dounia darling, if I am guilty forgive me (though I cannot be forgiven if I am guilty). Good-bye! We won’t dispute. It’s time, high time to go. Don’t follow me, I beseech you, I have somewhere else to go…. But you go at once and sit with mother. I entreat you to! It’s my last request of you. Don’t leave her at all; I left her in a state of anxiety, that she is not fit to bear; she will die or go out of her mind. Be with her! Razumihin will be with you. I’ve been talking to him…. Don’t cry about me: I’ll try to be honest and manly all my life, even if I am a murderer.

Perhaps I shall some day make a name. I won’t disgrace you, you will see; I’ll still show…. Now good-bye for the present,’ he concluded hurriedly, noticing again a strange expression in Dounia’s eyes at his last words and promises.

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‘Why are you crying? Don’t cry, don’t cry: we are not parting for ever! Ah, yes! Wait a minute, I’d forgotten!’

He went to the table, took up a thick dusty book, opened it and took from between the pages a little water-colour portrait on ivory. It was the portrait of his landlady’s daughter, who had died of fever, that strange girl who had wanted to be a nun. For a minute he gazed at the delicate expressive face of his betrothed, kissed the portrait and gave it to Dounia.

‘I used to talk a great deal about it to her, only to her,’

he said thoughtfully. ‘To her heart I confided much of what has since been so hideously realised. Don’t be uneasy,’ he returned to Dounia, ‘she was as much opposed to it as you, and I am glad that she is gone. The great point is that everything now is going to be different, is going to be broken in two,’ he cried, suddenly returning to his dejection. ‘Everything, everything, and am I prepared for it? Do I want it myself? They say it is necessary for me to suffer! What’s the object of these senseless sufferings? shall I know any better what they are for, when I am crushed by hardships and idiocy, and weak as an old man after twenty years’ penal servitude? And what shall I have to live for then? Why am I consenting to 917 of 967

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that life now? Oh, I knew I was contemptible when I stood looking at the Neva at daybreak to-day!’

At last they both went out. It was hard for Dounia, but she loved him. She walked away, but after going fifty paces she turned round to look at him again. He was still in sight. At the corner he too turned and for the last time their eyes met; but noticing that she was looking at him, he motioned her away with impatience and even

vexation, and turned the corner abruptly.

‘I am wicked, I see that,’ he thought to himself, feeling ashamed a moment later of his angry gesture to Dounia.

‘But why are they so fond of me if I don’t deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me and I too had never loved anyone! Nothing of all this would

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