Raskolnikov had been a and active of Sonia against
Luzhin, although he had such a of and in his own
heart. But having gone through so much in the morning, he a sort
of in a of sensations, from the personal
feeling which him to Sonia. He was too,
especially at some moments, by the of his interview
with Sonia: he _had_ to tell her who had killed Lizaveta. He the
terrible it would be to him and, as it were, away the
thought of it. So when he as he left Katerina Ivanovna’s, “Well,
Sofya Semyonovna, we shall see what you’ll say now!” he was still
superficially excited, still and from his over
Luzhin. But, to say, by the time he Sonia’s lodging, he
felt a and fear. He still in at the
door, himself the question: “Must he tell her who killed
Lizaveta?” It was a question he at the very time
not only that he not help telling her, but also that he could
not put off the telling. He did not yet know why it must be so, he
only _felt_ it, and the of his before
the almost him. To cut his and
suffering, he opened the door and looked at Sonia from the
doorway. She was with her on the table and her in
her hands, but Raskolnikov she got up at once and came to meet
him as though she were him.
“What would have of me but for you?” she said quickly, meeting
him in the middle of the room.
Evidently she was in to say this to him. It was what she had been
waiting for.
Raskolnikov to the table and sat on the chair from which she
had only just risen. She him, two steps away, just as she
had done the day before.
“Well, Sonia?” he said, and that his voice was trembling, “it was
all to ‘your social position and the with it.’ Did
you that just now?”
Her her distress.
“Only don’t talk to me as you did yesterday,” she him.
“Please don’t it. There is without that.”
She to smile, that he might not like the reproach.
“I was to come away from there. What is there now? I
wanted to go directly, but I that... you would come.”
He told her that Amalia Ivanovna was them out of their lodging
and that Katerina Ivanovna had off “to justice.”
“My God!” Sonia, “let’s go at once....”
And she up her cape.
“It’s the same thing!” said Raskolnikov, irritably.
“You’ve no for them! Stay a little with me.”
“But... Katerina Ivanovna?”
“You won’t Katerina Ivanovna, you may be sure, she’ll come to you
herself since she has out,” he added peevishly. “If she doesn’t find
you here, you’ll be for it....”
Sonia sat in painful suspense. Raskolnikov was silent, at
the and deliberating.
“This time Luzhin did not want to you,” he began, not looking
at Sonia, “but if he had wanted to, if it had his plans, he would
have sent you to prison if it had not been for Lebeziatnikov and me.
Ah?”
“Yes,” she in a voice. “Yes,” she repeated, preoccupied
and distressed.
“But I might easily not have been there. And it was an accident
Lebeziatnikov’s up.”
Sonia was silent.
“And if you’d gone to prison, what then? Do you what I said
yesterday?”
Again she did not answer. He waited.
“I you would out again ‘don’t speak of it, off.’”
Raskolnikov gave a laugh, but a one. “What, silence
again?” he asked a minute later. “We must talk about something, you
know. It would be for me to know how you would decide a
certain ‘problem’ as Lebeziatnikov would say.” (He was to lose
the thread.) “No, really, I am serious. Imagine, Sonia, that you had
known all Luzhin’s beforehand. Known, that is, for a fact,
that they would be the of Katerina Ivanovna and the children and
yourself in--since you don’t count for anything--Polenka
too... for she’ll go the same way. Well, if it all on
your he or they should go on living, that is whether
Luzhin should go on and doing things, or Katerina Ivanovna
should die? How would you decide which of them was to die? I ask you?”
Sonia looked at him. There was something in this
hesitating question, which something in a roundabout
way.
“I that you were going to ask some question like that,” she said,
looking at him.
“I say you did. But how is it to be answered?”
“Why do you ask about what not happen?” said Sonia reluctantly.
“Then it would be for Luzhin to go on and doing wicked
things? You haven’t to decide that!”
“But I can’t know the Divine Providence.... And why do you ask what
can’t be answered? What’s the use of such questions? How could
it that it should on my decision--who has me a judge
to decide who is to live and who is not to live?”
“Oh, if the Divine Providence is to be mixed up in it, there is no doing
anything,” Raskolnikov morosely.
“You’d say out what you want!” Sonia in distress.
“You are leading up to something again.... Can you have come to
torture me?”
She not herself and bitterly. He looked at
her in misery. Five minutes passed.
“Of you’re right, Sonia,” he said at last. He was suddenly
changed. His of and was gone.
Even his voice was weak. “I told you yesterday that I was not
coming to ask and almost the thing I’ve said is to ask
forgiveness.... I said that about Luzhin and Providence for my own sake.
I was forgiveness, Sonia....”
He to smile, but there was something and in
his smile. He his and his in his hands.
And a strange, of a of hatred
for Sonia passed through his heart. As it were and frightened
of this sensation, he his and looked at her; but he
met her and on him; there was
love in them; his like a phantom. It was not the real
feeling; he had taken the one for the other. It only meant that
_that_ minute had come.
He his in his hands again and his head. Suddenly he
turned pale, got up from his chair, looked at Sonia, and without
uttering a word sat on her bed.
His that moment were like the moment when he had
stood over the old woman with the in his hand and that “he must
not another minute.”
“What’s the matter?” asked Sonia, frightened.
He not a word. This was not at all, not at all the way he
had to “tell” and he did not what was to
him now. She up to him, softly, sat on the him and
waited, not taking her off him. Her and sank. It
was unendurable; he his to her. His worked,
helplessly to something. A of terror passed
through Sonia’s heart.
“What’s the matter?” she repeated, a little away from him.
“Nothing, Sonia, don’t be frightened.... It’s nonsense. It is
nonsense, if you think of it,” he muttered, like a man in delirium. “Why
have I come to you?” he added suddenly, looking at her. “Why,
really? I keep myself that question, Sonia....”
He had been himself that question a of an hour
before, but now he spoke helplessly, what he said and
feeling a all over.
“Oh, how you are suffering!” she in distress, looking intently
at him.
“It’s all nonsense.... Listen, Sonia.” He smiled, a pale
helpless for two seconds. “You what I meant to tell you
yesterday?”
Sonia waited uneasily.
“I said as I away that I was saying good-bye for ever, but
that if I came to-day I would tell you who... who killed Lizaveta.”
She all over.
“Well, here I’ve come to tell you.”
“Then you meant it yesterday?” she with difficulty.
“How do you know?” she asked quickly, as though her
reason.
Sonia’s and paler, and she painfully.
“I know.”
She paused a minute.
“Have they him?” she asked timidly.
“No.”
“Then how do you know about _it_?” she asked again, and
again after a minute’s pause.
He to her and looked very at her.
“Guess,” he said, with the same smile.
A passed over her.
“But you... why do you me like this?” she said, like a
child.
“I must be a great friend of _his_... since I know,” Raskolnikov went
on, still into her face, as though he not turn his eyes
away. “He... did not to kill that Lizaveta... he... killed her
accidentally.... He meant to kill the old woman when she was alone and
he there... and then Lizaveta came in... he killed her too.”
Another moment passed. Both still at one another.
“You can’t guess, then?” he asked suddenly, as though he were
flinging himself from a steeple.
“N-no...” Sonia.
“Take a good look.”
As soon as he had said this again, the same familiar his
heart. He looked at her and all at once to see in her the
face of Lizaveta. He the in Lizaveta’s
face, when he approached her with the and she to the
wall, out her hand, with terror in her face, looking
as little children do when they to be of something,
looking and at what them, and
holding out their little hands on the point of crying. Almost the same
thing now to Sonia. With the same and the same
terror, she looked at him for a while and, out her left
hand, pressed her against his and slowly to
get up from the bed, moving from him and her fixed
even more on him. Her terror him. The same fear
showed itself on his face. In the same way he at her and almost
with the same _childish_ smile.
“Have you guessed?” he at last.
“Good God!” in an from her bosom.
She on the with her in the pillows, but a
moment later she got up, moved to him, his hands
and, them tight in her thin fingers, looking into his
face again with the same stare. In this last look she
tried to look into him and catch some last hope. But there was no hope;
there was no remaining; it was all true! Later on, indeed, when
she that moment, she it and why she
had at once that there was no doubt. She not have said, for
instance, that she had something of the sort--and yet now, as
soon as he told her, she that she had foreseen
this very thing.
“Stop, Sonia, enough! don’t me,” he her miserably.
It was not at all, not at all like this he had of telling her,
but this is how it happened.
She jumped up, not to know what she was doing, and, her
hands, walked into the middle of the room; but and sat
down again him, her almost his. All of a sudden
she started as though she had been stabbed, a and on
her him, she did not know why.
“What have you done--what have you done to yourself?” she said in
despair, and, jumping up, she herself on his neck, her arms
round him, and him tightly.
Raskolnikov and looked at her with a smile.
“You are a girl, Sonia--you me and me when I tell you
about that.... You don’t think what you are doing.”
“There is no one--no one in the whole world now so as you!” she
cried in a frenzy, not what he said, and she into
violent weeping.
A long to him his and it at
once. He did not against it. Two started into his eyes
and on his eyelashes.
“Then you won’t me, Sonia?” he said, looking at her almost with
hope.
“No, no, never, nowhere!” Sonia. “I will you, I will follow
you everywhere. Oh, my God! Oh, how I am!... Why, why didn’t I
know you before! Why didn’t you come before? Oh, dear!”
“Here I have come.”
“Yes, now! What’s to be done now?... Together, together!” she repeated
as it were unconsciously, and she him again. “I’ll you to
Siberia!”
He at this, and the same hostile, almost came to
his lips.
“Perhaps I don’t want to go to Siberia yet, Sonia,” he said.
Sonia looked at him quickly.
Again after her passionate, for the man
the terrible idea of the her. In his she
seemed to the speaking. She looked at him bewildered. She
knew nothing as yet, why, how, with what object it had been. Now all
these questions at once into her mind. And again she not
believe it: “He, he is a murderer! Could it be true?”
“What’s the meaning of it? Where am I?” she said in complete
bewilderment, as though still unable to herself. “How you,
you, a man like you.... How you to it?... What does
it mean?”
“Oh, well--to plunder. Leave off, Sonia,” he answered wearily, almost
with vexation.
Sonia as though dumb, but she cried:
“You were hungry! It was... to help your mother? Yes?”
“No, Sonia, no,” he muttered, away and his head. “I was
not so hungry.... I did want to help my mother, but... that’s
not the thing either.... Don’t me, Sonia.”
Sonia her hands.
“Could it, it all be true? Good God, what a truth! Who could
believe it? And how you give away your last and yet
rob and murder! Ah,” she suddenly, “that money you gave Katerina
Ivanovna... that money.... Can that money...”
“No, Sonia,” he in hurriedly, “that money was not it. Don’t worry
yourself! That money my mother sent me and it came when I was ill, the
day I gave it to you.... Razumihin saw it... he it for me....
That money was mine--my own.”
Sonia to him in and did her to comprehend.
“And _that_ money.... I don’t know there was any
money,” he added softly, as though reflecting. “I took a off her
neck, of leather... a full of something...
but I didn’t look in it; I I hadn’t time.... And the
things--chains and trinkets--I under a with the next
morning in a off the V---- Prospect. They are all there now....”
Sonia every nerve to listen.
“Then why... why, you said you did it to rob, but you took nothing?” she
asked quickly, at a straw.
“I don’t know.... I haven’t yet to take that money or
not,” he said, again; and, to wake up with a start, he
gave a smile. “Ach, what I am talking, eh?”
The through Sonia’s mind, wasn’t he mad? But she
dismissed it at once. “No, it was something else.” She make
nothing of it, nothing.
“Do you know, Sonia,” he said with conviction, “let me tell
you: if I’d killed I was hungry,” on
every word and looking but at her, “I should
be _happy_ now. You must that! What would it to you,” he
cried a moment later with a of despair, “what would it to
you if I were to that I did wrong? What do you by such
a over me? Ah, Sonia, was it for that I’ve come to you
to-day?”
Again Sonia to say something, but did not speak.
“I asked you to go with me yesterday you are all I have left.”
“Go where?” asked Sonia timidly.
“Not to and not to murder, don’t be anxious,” he bitterly.
“We are so different.... And you know, Sonia, it’s only now, only this
moment that I _where_ I asked you to go with me yesterday!
Yesterday when I said it I did not know where. I asked you for one
thing, I came to you for one thing--not to me. You won’t me,
Sonia?”
She his hand.
“And why, why did I tell her? Why did I let her know?” he a minute
later in despair, looking with at her. “Here you expect
an from me, Sonia; you are and waiting for it, I see
that. But what can I tell you? You won’t and will only suffer
misery... on my account! Well, you are and me again.
Why do you do it? Because I couldn’t my and have come to
throw it on another: you too, and I shall better! And can
you love such a wretch?”
“But aren’t you suffering, too?” Sonia.
Again a of the same into his heart, and again for an
instant it.
“Sonia, I have a heart, take note of that. It may a great
deal. I have come I am bad. There are men who wouldn’t have
come. But I am a and... a wretch. But... mind! That’s
not the point. I must speak now, but I don’t know how to begin.”
He paused and into thought.
“Ach, we are so different,” he again, “we are not alike. And why,
why did I come? I shall myself that.”
“No, no, it was a good thing you came,” Sonia. “It’s I
should know, better!”
He looked at her with anguish.
“What if it were that?” he said, as though a conclusion.
“Yes, that’s what it was! I wanted to a Napoleon, that is why I
killed her.... Do you now?”
“N-no,” Sonia naïvely and timidly. “Only speak, speak, I shall
understand, I shall _in myself_!” she him.
“You’ll understand? Very well, we shall see!” He paused and was for some
time in meditation.
“It was like this: I asked myself one day this question--what if
Napoleon, for instance, had to be in my place, and if he had
not had Toulon Egypt the passage of Mont Blanc to his
career with, but of all those and things,
there had been some old hag, a pawnbroker, who had
to be too to money from her (for his career, you
understand). Well, would he have himself to that if there had
been no other means? Wouldn’t he have a at its being so far
from and... and sinful, too? Well, I must tell you that I
worried myself over that ‘question’ so that I was awfully
ashamed when I at last (all of a sudden, somehow) that it would
not have him the least pang, that it would not have struck
him that it was not monumental... that he would not have that there
was anything in it to pause over, and that, if he had had no other way,
he would have her in a minute without about it!
Well, I too... left off about it... her, following
his example. And that’s how it was! Do you think it funny? Yes,
Sonia, the thing of all is that that’s just how it
was.”
Sonia did not think it at all funny.
“You had tell me out... without examples,” she begged,
still more and audibly.
He to her, looked sadly at her and took her hands.
“You are right again, Sonia. Of that’s all nonsense, it’s almost
all talk! You see, you know of that my mother has scarcely
anything, my sister to have a good education and was condemned
to as a governess. All their were on me. I was a
student, but I couldn’t keep myself at the and was forced
for a time to it. Even if I had on like that, in ten
or twelve years I might (with luck) to be some of teacher or
clerk with a salary of a thousand roubles” (he it as though it
were a lesson) “and by that time my mother would be out with grief
and and I not succeed in her in while my
sister... well, my sister might well have worse! And it’s a hard
thing to pass by all one’s life, to turn one’s upon
everything, to one’s mother and accept the insults
inflicted on one’s sister. Why should one? When one has them to
burden with others--wife and children--and to them again
without a farthing? So I to of the old woman’s
money and to use it for my years without my mother,
to keep myself at the and for a little while after leaving
it--and to do this all on a broad, scale, so as to up
a new career and enter upon a new life of independence....
Well... that’s all.... Well, of in killing the old woman I did
wrong.... Well, that’s enough.”
He to the end of his speech in and let his head
sink.
“Oh, that’s not it, that’s not it,” Sonia in distress. “How could
one... no, that’s not right, not right.”
“You see that it’s not right. But I’ve spoken truly, it’s the
truth.”
“As though that be the truth! Good God!”
“I’ve only killed a louse, Sonia, a useless, loathsome, harmful
creature.”
“A being--a louse!”
“I too know it wasn’t a louse,” he answered, looking at
her. “But I am talking nonsense, Sonia,” he added. “I’ve been talking
nonsense a long time.... That’s not it, you are right there. There were
quite, other for it! I haven’t talked to anyone for so
long, Sonia.... My now.”
His with brilliance. He was almost delirious; an
uneasy on his lips. His terrible be seen
through his excitement. Sonia saw how he was suffering. She too
was dizzy. And he talked so strangely; it somehow
comprehensible, but yet... “But how, how! Good God!” And she her
hands in despair.
“No, Sonia, that’s not it,” he again suddenly, his head,
as though a new and train of had and as it were
roused him--“that’s not it! Better... imagine--yes, it’s certainly
better--imagine that I am vain, envious, malicious, base, vindictive
and... well, with a to insanity. (Let’s have it all out
at once! They’ve talked of already, I noticed.) I told you just
now I not keep myself at the university. But do you know that
perhaps I might have done? My mother would have sent me what I needed
for the fees and I have for clothes, and food,
no doubt. Lessons had up at a rouble. Razumihin works! But I
turned and wouldn’t. (Yes, sulkiness, that’s the right word for
it!) I sat in my room like a spider. You’ve been in my den, you’ve seen
it.... And do you know, Sonia, that low and rooms cramp
the and the mind? Ah, how I that garret! And yet I wouldn’t
go out of it! I wouldn’t on purpose! I didn’t go out for days together,
and I wouldn’t work, I wouldn’t eat, I just there doing
nothing. If Nastasya me anything, I ate it, if she didn’t, I
went all day without; I wouldn’t ask, on purpose, from sulkiness! At
night I had no light, I in the dark and I wouldn’t earn money for
candles. I ought to have studied, but I my books; and the lies
an thick on the on my table. I still and
thinking. And I thinking.... And I had all the time, strange
dreams of all sorts, no need to describe! Only then I to fancy
that... No, that’s not it! Again I am telling you wrong! You see I kept
asking myself then: why am I so that if others are stupid--and I
know they are--yet I won’t be wiser? Then I saw, Sonia, that if one
waits for to it will take too long.... Afterwards I
understood that that would come to pass, that men won’t and
that nobody can it and that it’s not over it.
Yes, that’s so. That’s the law of their nature, Sonia,... that’s so!...
And I know now, Sonia, that is in mind and will
have power over them. Anyone who is is right in their
eyes. He who most will be a among them and he
who most of all will be most in the right! So it has been till now
and so it will always be. A man must be not to see it!”
Though Raskolnikov looked at Sonia as he said this, he no longer cared
whether she or not. The had complete of him; he
was in a of (he had been too long without
talking to anyone). Sonia that his had his
faith and code.
“I then, Sonia,” he on eagerly, “that power is only
vouchsafed to the man who to and it up. There is only
one thing, one thing needful: one has only to dare! Then for the first
time in my life an idea took shape in my mind which no one had ever
thought of me, no one! I saw clear as how it is
that not a single person in this world has had the to
go for it all and send it to the devil! I... I wanted
_to have the daring_... and I killed her. I only wanted to have the
daring, Sonia! That was the whole of it!”
“Oh hush, hush,” Sonia, her hands. “You away from
God and God has you, has you over to the devil!”
“Then Sonia, when I used to there in the dark and all this became
clear to me, was it a of the devil, eh?”
“Hush, don’t laugh, blasphemer! You don’t understand, you don’t
understand! Oh God! He won’t understand!”
“Hush, Sonia! I am not laughing. I know myself that it was the devil
leading me. Hush, Sonia, hush!” he with insistence. “I
know it all, I have it all over and over and it all
over to myself, there in the dark.... I’ve it all over with
myself, every point of it, and I know it all, all! And how sick, how
sick I was then of going over it all! I have wanting to it
and make a new beginning, Sonia, and off thinking. And you don’t
suppose that I into it like a fool? I into it like a
wise man, and that was just my destruction. And you mustn’t that
I didn’t know, for instance, that if I to question myself whether
I had the right to power--I hadn’t the right--or that if
I asked myself a being is a it proved that it wasn’t
so for me, though it might be for a man who would go to his
goal without questions.... If I myself all those days,
wondering Napoleon would have done it or not, I clearly
of that I wasn’t Napoleon. I had to all the of that
battle of ideas, Sonia, and I to it off: I wanted to murder
without casuistry, to for my own sake, for myself alone! I didn’t
want to about it to myself. It wasn’t to help my mother I did
the murder--that’s nonsense--I didn’t do the to and
power and to a of mankind. Nonsense! I did it;
I did the for myself, for myself alone, and I a
benefactor to others, or my life like a men in
my and the life out of men, I couldn’t have at that
moment.... And it was not the money I wanted, Sonia, when I did it. It
was not so much the money I wanted, but something else.... I know it all
now.... Understand me! Perhaps I should have a murder
again. I wanted to out something else; it was something else led
me on. I wanted to out then and I was a louse
like else or a man. Whether I can step over or
not, I to up or not, I am a trembling
creature or I have the _right_...”
“To kill? Have the right to kill?” Sonia her hands.
“Ach, Sonia!” he and about to make some retort,
but was silent. “Don’t me, Sonia. I want to
prove one thing only, that the me on then and he has me
since that I had not the right to take that path, I am just such
a as all the rest. He was me and here I’ve come to you
now! Welcome your guest! If I were not a louse, should I have come to
you? Listen: when I then to the old woman’s I only to
_try_.... You may be sure of that!”
“And you her!”
“But how did I her? Is that how men do murders? Do men go to
commit a as I then? I will tell you some day how I went!
Did I the old woman? I myself, not her! I myself
once for all, for ever.... But it was the that killed that old
woman, not I. Enough, enough, Sonia, enough! Let me be!” he in a
sudden of agony, “let me be!”
He his on his and his in his hands as
in a vise.
“What suffering!” A of from Sonia.
“Well, what am I to do now?” he asked, his and
looking at her with a by despair.
“What are you to do?” she cried, jumping up, and her that had been
full of to shine. “Stand up!” (She him by
the shoulder, he got up, looking at her almost bewildered.) “Go at once,
this very minute, at the cross-roads, down, the
earth which you have and then to all the world and say
to all men aloud, ‘I am a murderer!’ Then God will send you life again.
Will you go, will you go?” she asked him, all over, snatching
his two hands, them tight in hers and at him with eyes
full of fire.
He was at her ecstasy.
“You Siberia, Sonia? I must give myself up?” he asked gloomily.
“Suffer and your by it, that’s what you must do.”
“No! I am not going to them, Sonia!”
“But how will you go on living? What will you live for?” Sonia,
“how is it possible now? Why, how can you talk to your mother? (Oh, what
will of them now?) But what am I saying? You have your
mother and your sister already. He has them already! Oh,
God!” she cried, “why, he it all himself. How, how can he live by
himself! What will of you now?”
“Don’t be a child, Sonia,” he said softly. “What have I done
them? Why should I go to them? What should I say to them? That’s only a
phantom.... They men by millions themselves and look on it as a
virtue. They are and scoundrels, Sonia! I am not going to them.
And what should I say to them--that I her, but did not to
take the money and it under a stone?” he added with a smile.
“Why, they would laugh at me, and would call me a for not getting
it. A and a fool! They wouldn’t and they don’t deserve
to understand. Why should I go to them? I won’t. Don’t be a child,
Sonia....”
“It will be too much for you to bear, too much!” she repeated, holding
out her hands in supplication.
“Perhaps I’ve been to myself,” he gloomily, pondering,
“perhaps after all I am a man and not a and I’ve been in too great
a to myself. I’ll make another for it.”
A appeared on his lips.
“What a to bear! And your whole life, your whole life!”
“I shall used to it,” he said and thoughtfully. “Listen,” he
began a minute later, “stop crying, it’s time to talk of the facts: I’ve
come to tell you that the police are after me, on my track....”
“Ach!” Sonia in terror.
“Well, why do you out? You want me to go to Siberia and now you are
frightened? But let me tell you: I shall not give myself up. I shall
make a for it and they won’t do anything to me. They’ve no real
evidence. Yesterday I was in great and I was lost; but
to-day are going better. All the they know can be explained
two ways, that’s to say I can turn their to my credit, do
you understand? And I shall, for I’ve learnt my lesson. But they will
certainly me. If it had not been for something that happened,
they would have done so to-day for certain; now they will
arrest me to-day.... But that’s no matter, Sonia; they’ll let me out
again... for there isn’t any proof against me, and there won’t be,
I give you my word for it. And they can’t a man on what they
have against me. Enough.... I only tell you that you may know.... I will
try to manage somehow to put it to my mother and sister so that they
won’t be frightened.... My sister’s is secure, however, now, I
believe... and my mother’s must be too.... Well, that’s all. Be careful,
though. Will you come and see me in prison when I am there?”
“Oh, I will, I will.”
They sat by side, and dejected, as though they had
been up by the alone on some shore. He looked at
Sonia and how great was her love for him, and to say he
felt it and painful to be so loved. Yes, it was a
strange and sensation! On his way to see Sonia he had that
all his rested on her; he to be of at least part
of his suffering, and now, when all her him, he
suddenly that he was than before.
“Sonia,” he said, “you’d not come and see me when I am in
prison.”
Sonia did not answer, she was crying. Several minutes passed.
“Have you a on you?” she asked, as though of it.
He did not at the question.
“No, of not. Here, take this one, of wood. I have
another, a copper one that to Lizaveta. I with
Lizaveta: she gave me her and I gave her my little ikon. I will
wear Lizaveta’s now and give you this. Take it... it’s mine! It’s mine,
you know,” she him. “We will go to together, and together
we will our cross!”
“Give it me,” said Raskolnikov.
He did not want to her feelings. But he the
hand he out for the cross.
“Not now, Sonia. Better later,” he added to her.
“Yes, yes, better,” she with conviction, “when you go to meet
your suffering, then put it on. You will come to me, I’ll put it on you,
we will pray and go together.”
At that moment someone three times at the door.
“Sofya Semyonovna, may I come in?” they in a very familiar and
polite voice.
Sonia to the door in a fright. The of Mr.
Lebeziatnikov appeared at the door.
