Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky [best books to read for women TXT] 📗

to go in with a cold and arrogant bearing and vowed to himself to keep as silent as possible, to watch and listen and for once at least to control his overstrained nerves. At that moment he was summoned to Porfiry Petrovitch.

He found Porfiry Petrovitch alone in his study. His study was a room neither large nor small, furnished with a large writing-table, that stood before a sofa, upholstered in checked material, a bureau, a bookcase in the corner and 593 of 967

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several chairs—all government furniture, of polished yellow wood. In the further wall there was a closed door, beyond it there were no doubt other rooms. On

Raskolnikov’s entrance Porfiry Petrovitch had at once closed the door by which he had come in and they remained alone. He met his visitor with an apparently genial and good-tempered air, and it was only after a few minutes that Raskolnikov saw signs of a certain awkwardness in him, as though he had been thrown out of his reckoning or caught in something very secret.

‘Ah, my dear fellow! Here you are … in our domain’

… began Porfiry, holding out both hands to him. ‘Come, sit down, old man … or perhaps you don’t like to be called ‘my dear fellow’ and ‘old man!’—/tout court?

Please don’t think it too familiar…. Here, on the sofa.’

Raskolnikov sat down, keeping his eyes fixed on him.

‘In our domain,’ the apologies for familiarity, the French phrase tout court were all characteristic signs.

‘He held out both hands to me, but he did not give me one—he drew it back in time,’ struck him suspiciously.

Both were watching each other, but when their eyes met, quick as lightning they looked away.

‘I brought you this paper … about the watch. Here it is. Is it all right or shall I copy it again?’

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‘What? A paper? Yes, yes, don’t be uneasy, it’s all right,’ Porfiry Petrovitch said as though in haste, and after he had said it he took the paper and looked at it. ‘Yes, it’s all right. Nothing more is needed,’ he declared with the same rapidity and he laid the paper on the table.

A minute later when he was talking of something else he took it from the table and put it on his bureau.

‘I believe you said yesterday you would like to question me … formally … about my acquaintance with the murdered woman?’ Raskolnikov was beginning again.

‘Why did I put in ‘I believe’’ passed through his mind in a flash. ‘Why am I so uneasy at having put in that ‘ I believe’?’

came in a second flash. And he suddenly felt that his uneasiness at the mere contact with Porfiry, at the first words, at the first looks, had grown in an instant to monstrous proportions, and that this was fearfully dangerous. His nerves were quivering, his emotion was increasing. ‘It’s bad, it’s bad! I shall say too much again.’

‘Yes, yes, yes! There’s no hurry, there’s no hurry,’

muttered Porfiry Petrovitch, moving to and fro about the table without any apparent aim, as it were making dashes towards the window, the bureau and the table, at one moment avoiding Raskolnikov’s suspicious glance, then again standing still and looking him straight in the face.

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His fat round little figure looked very strange, like a ball rolling from one side to the other and rebounding back.

‘We’ve plenty of time. Do you smoke? have you your own? Here, a cigarette!’ he went on, offering his visitor a cigarette. ‘You know I am receiving you here, but my own quarters are through there, you know, my

government quarters. But I am living outside for the time, I had to have some repairs done here. It’s almost finished now…. Government quarters, you know, are a capital thing. Eh, what do you think?’

‘Yes, a capital thing,’ answered Raskolnikov, looking at him almost ironically.

‘A capital thing, a capital thing,’ repeated Porfiry Petrovitch, as though he had just thought of something quite different. ‘Yes, a capital thing,’ he almost shouted at last, suddenly staring at Raskolnikov and stopping short two steps from him.

This stupid repetition was too incongruous in its ineptitude with the serious, brooding and enigmatic glance he turned upon his visitor.

But this stirred Raskolnikov’s spleen more than ever and he could not resist an ironical and rather incautious challenge.

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‘Tell me, please,’ he asked suddenly, looking almost insolently at him and taking a kind of pleasure in his own insolence. ‘I believe it’s a sort of legal rule, a sort of legal tradition—for all investigating lawyers—to begin their attack from afar, with a trivial, or at least an irrelevant subject, so as to encourage, or rather, to divert the man they are cross-examining, to disarm his caution and then all at once to give him an unexpected knock-down blow with some fatal question. Isn’t that so? It’s a sacred tradition, mentioned, I fancy, in all the manuals of the art?’

‘Yes, yes…. Why, do you imagine that was why I spoke about government quarters … eh?’

And as he said this Porfiry Petrovitch screwed up his eyes and winked; a good-humoured, crafty look passed over his face. The wrinkles on his forehead were smoothed out, his eyes contracted, his features broadened and he suddenly went off into a nervous prolonged laugh, shaking all over and looking Raskolnikov straight in the face. The latter forced himself to laugh, too, but when Porfiry, seeing that he was laughing, broke into such a guffaw that he turned almost crimson, Raskolnikov’s repulsion overcame all precaution; he left off laughing, scowled and stared with hatred at Porfiry, keeping his eyes fixed on him while his intentionally prolonged laughter 597 of 967

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lasted. There was lack of precaution on both sides, however, for Porfiry Petrovitch seemed to be laughing in his visitor’s face and to be very little disturbed at the annoyance with which the visitor received it. The latter fact was very significant in Raskolnikov’s eyes: he saw that Porfiry Petrovitch had not been embarrassed just before either, but that he, Raskolnikov, had perhaps fallen into a trap; that there must be something, some motive here unknown to him; that, perhaps, everything was in readiness and in another moment would break upon him

…

He went straight to the point at once, rose from his seat and took his cap.

‘Porfiry Petrovitch,’ he began resolutely, though with considerable irritation, ‘yesterday you expressed a desire that I should come to you for some inquiries’ (he laid special stress on the word ‘inquiries’). ‘I have come and if you have anything to ask me, ask it, and if not, allow me to withdraw. I have no time to spare…. I have to be at the funeral of that man who was run over, of whom you …

know also,’ he added, feeling angry at once at having made this addition and more irritated at his anger. ‘I am sick of it all, do you hear? and have long been. It’s partly what made me ill. In short,’ he shouted, feeling that the 598 of 967

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phrase about his illness was still more out of place, ‘in short, kindly examine me or let me go, at once. And if you must examine me, do so in the proper form! I will not allow you to do so otherwise, and so meanwhile, good-bye, as we have evidently nothing to keep us now.’

‘Good heavens! What do you mean? What shall I

question you about?’ cackled Porfiry Petrovitch with a change of tone, instantly leaving off laughing. ‘Please don’t disturb yourself,’ he began fidgeting from place to place and fussily making Raskolnikov sit down. ‘There’s no hurry, there’s no hurry, it’s all nonsense. Oh, no, I’m very glad you’ve come to see me at last … I look upon you simply as a visitor. And as for my confounded laughter, please excuse it, Rodion Romanovitch. Rodion

Romanovitch? That is your name? … It’s my nerves, you tickled me so with your witty observation; I assure you, sometimes I shake with laughter like an india-rubber ball for half an hour at a time…. I’m often afraid of an attack of paralysis. Do sit down. Please do, or I shall think you are angry …’

Raskolnikov did not speak; he listened, watching him, still frowning angrily. He did sit down, but still held his cap.

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‘I must tell you one thing about myself, my dear Rodion Romanovitch,’ Porfiry Petrovitch continued, moving about the room and again avoiding his visitor’s eyes. ‘You see, I’m a bachelor, a man of no consequence and not used to society; besides, I have nothing before me, I’m set, I’m running to seed and … and have you noticed, Rodion Romanovitch, that in our Petersburg circles, if two clever men meet who are not intimate, but respect each other, like you and me, it takes them half an hour before they can find a subject for conversation—they are dumb, they sit opposite each other and feel awkward.

Everyone has subjects of conversation, ladies for instance

… people in high society always have their subjects of conversation, c’est de rigueur but people of the middle sort like us, thinking people that is, are always tongue-tied and awkward. What is the reason of it? Whether it is the lack of public interest, or whether it is we are so honest we don’t want to deceive one another, I don’t know. What do you think? Do put down your cap, it looks as if you were just going, it makes me uncomfortable … I am so delighted …’

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empty chatter of Porfiry Petrovitch. ‘Does he really want to distract my attention with his silly babble?’

‘I can’t offer you coffee here; but why not spend five minutes with a friend?’ Porfiry pattered on, ‘and you know all these official duties … please don’t mind my running up and down, excuse it, my dear fellow, I am very much afraid of offending you, but exercise is absolutely indispensable for me. I’m always sitting and so glad to be moving about for five minutes … I suffer from my sedentary life … I always intend to join a gymnasium; they say that officials of all ranks, even Privy Councillors, may be seen skipping gaily there; there you have it, modern science … yes, yes…. But as for my duties here, inquiries and all such formalities … you mentioned inquiries yourself just now … I assure you these interrogations are sometimes more embarrassing for the interrogator than for the interrogated…. You made the observation yourself just now very aptly and wittily.’

(Raskolnikov had made no observation of the kind.) ‘One gets into a muddle! A regular muddle! One keeps harping on the same note, like a drum! There is to be a reform and we shall be called by a different name, at least, he-he-he!

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the rudest peasant, knows that they begin by disarming him with irrelevant questions (as you so happily put it) and then deal him a knock-down blow, he-he-he!—your felicitous comparison, he-he! So you really imagined that I meant by ‘government quarters’ … he-he! You are an ironical person. Come. I won’t go on! Ah, by the way, yes! One word leads to another. You spoke of formality just now, apropos of the inquiry, you know. But what’s the use of formality? In many cases it’s nonsense.

Sometimes one has a friendly chat and gets a good deal more out of it. One can always fall back on formality, allow me to assure you. And after all, what does it amount to? An examining lawyer cannot be bounded by formality at every step. The work of investigation is, so to