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

of Lizaveta. He remembered clearly the expression in Lizaveta’s face, when he approached her with the axe and she stepped back to the wall, putting out her hand, with childish terror in her face, looking as little children do when they begin to be frightened of something, looking intently and uneasily at what frightens them, shrinking back and 726 of 967

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holding out their little hands on the point of crying.

Almost the same thing happened now to Sonia. With the same helplessness and the same terror, she looked at him for a while and, suddenly putting out her left hand, pressed her fingers faintly against his breast and slowly began to get up from the bed, moving further from him and keeping her eyes fixed even more immovably on him.

Her terror infected him. The same fear showed itself on his face. In the same way he stared at her and almost with the same childish smile.

‘Have you guessed?’ he whispered at last.

‘Good God!’ broke in an awful wail from her bosom.

She sank helplessly on the bed with her face in the pillows, but a moment later she got up, moved quickly to him, seized both his hands and, gripping them tight in her thin fingers, began looking into his face again with the same intent stare. In this last desperate look she tried to look into him and catch some last hope. But there was no hope; there was no doubt remaining; it was all true! Later on, indeed, when she recalled that moment, she thought it strange and wondered why she had seen at once that there was no doubt. She could not have said, for instance, that she had foreseen something of the sort—and yet now, as 727 of 967

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soon as he told her, she suddenly fancied that she had really foreseen this very thing.

‘Stop, Sonia, enough! don’t torture me,’ he begged her miserably.

It was not at all, not at all like this he had thought of telling her, but this is how it happened.

She jumped up, seeming not to know what she was doing, and, wringing her hands, walked into the middle of the room; but quickly went back and sat down again beside him, her shoulder almost touching his. All of a sudden she started as though she had been stabbed, uttered a cry and fell on her knees before him, she did not know why.

‘What have you done—what have you done to

yourself?’ she said in despair, and, jumping up, she flung herself on his neck, threw her arms round him, and held him tightly.

Raskolnikov drew back and looked at her with a mournful smile.

‘You are a strange girl, Sonia—you kiss me and hug me when I tell you about that…. You don’t think what you are doing.’

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he said, and she suddenly broke into violent hysterical weeping.

A feeling long unfamiliar to him flooded his heart and softened it at once. He did not struggle against it. Two tears started into his eyes and hung on his eyelashes.

‘Then you won’t leave me, Sonia?’ he said, looking at her almost with hope.

‘No, no, never, nowhere!’ cried Sonia. ‘I will follow you, I will follow you everywhere. Oh, my God! Oh, how miserable 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 hugged him again. ‘I’ll follow you to Siberia!’

He recoiled at this, and the same hostile, almost haughty smile came to his lips.

‘Perhaps I don’t want to go to Siberia yet, Sonia,’ he said.

Sonia looked at him quickly.

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knew nothing as yet, why, how, with what object it had been. Now all these questions rushed at once into her mind. And again she could 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 recover herself. ‘How could you, you, a man like you…. How could you bring yourself to it? … What does it mean?’

‘Oh, well—to plunder. Leave off, Sonia,’ he answered wearily, almost with vexation.

Sonia stood as though struck dumb, but suddenly she cried:

‘You were hungry! It was … to help your mother?

Yes?’

‘No, Sonia, no,’ he muttered, turning away and hanging his head. ‘I was not so hungry…. I certainly did want to help my mother, but … that’s not the real thing either…. Don’t torture me, Sonia.’

Sonia clasped her hands.

‘Could it, could it all be true? Good God, what a truth!

Who could believe it? And how could you give away your last farthing and yet rob and murder! Ah,’ she cried suddenly, ‘that money you gave Katerina Ivanovna … that money…. Can that money …’

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‘No, Sonia,’ he broke 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 received it for me…. That money was mine—my own.’

Sonia listened to him in bewilderment and did her utmost to comprehend.

‘And that money…. I don’t even know really whether there was any money,’ he added softly, as though reflecting. ‘I took a purse off her neck, made of chamois leather … a purse stuffed full of something … but I didn’t look in it; I suppose I hadn’t time…. And the things—

chains and trinkets—I buried under a stone with the purse next morning in a yard off the V—— Prospect. They are all there now…. .’

Sonia strained every nerve to listen.

‘Then why … why, you said you did it to rob, but you took nothing?’ she asked quickly, catching at a straw.

‘I don’t know…. I haven’t yet decided whether to take that money or not,’ he said, musing again; and, seeming to wake up with a start, he gave a brief ironical smile. ‘Ach, what silly stuff I am talking, eh?’

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The thought flashed through Sonia’s mind, wasn’t he mad? But she dismissed it at once. ‘No, it was something else.’ She could make nothing of it, nothing.

‘Do you know, Sonia,’ he said suddenly with

conviction, ‘let me tell you: if I’d simply killed because I was hungry,’ laying stress on every word and looking enigmatically but sincerely at her, ‘I should be happy now.

You must believe that! What would it matter to you,’ he cried a moment later with a sort of despair, ‘what would it matter to you if I were to confess that I did wrong? What do you gain by such a stupid triumph over me? Ah, Sonia, was it for that I’ve come to you to-day?’

Again Sonia tried to say something, but did not speak.

‘I asked you to go with me yesterday because you are all I have left.’

‘Go where?’ asked Sonia timidly.

‘Not to steal and not to murder, don’t be anxious,’ he smiled bitterly. ‘We are so different…. And you know, Sonia, it’s only now, only this moment that I understand 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 leave me. You won’t leave me, Sonia?’

She squeezed his hand.

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‘And why, why did I tell her? Why did I let her know?’ he cried a minute later in despair, looking with infinite anguish at her. ‘Here you expect an explanation from me, Sonia; you are sitting and waiting for it, I see that. But what can I tell you? You won’t understand and will only suffer misery … on my account! Well, you are crying and embracing me again. Why do you do it?

Because I couldn’t bear my burden and have come to throw it on another: you suffer too, and I shall feel better!

And can you love such a mean wretch?’

‘But aren’t you suffering, too?’ cried Sonia.

Again a wave of the same feeling surged into his heart, and again for an instant softened it.

‘Sonia, I have a bad heart, take note of that. It may explain a great deal. I have come because I am bad. There are men who wouldn’t have come. But I am a coward and

… a mean wretch. But … never mind! That’s not the point. I must speak now, but I don’t know how to begin.’

He paused and sank into thought.

‘Ach, we are so different,’ he cried again, ‘we are not alike. And why, why did I come? I shall never forgive myself that.’

‘No, no, it was a good thing you came,’ cried Sonia.

‘It’s better I should know, far better!’

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He looked at her with anguish.

‘What if it were really that?’ he said, as though reaching a conclusion. ‘Yes, that’s what it was! I wanted to become a Napoleon, that is why I killed her…. Do you understand now?’

‘N-no,’ Sonia whispered naïvely and timidly. ‘Only speak, speak, I shall understand, I shall understand in myself!’ she kept begging him.

‘You’ll understand? Very well, we shall see!’ He paused and was for some time lost in meditation.

‘It was like this: I asked myself one day this question—

what if Napoleon, for instance, had happened to be in my place, and if he had not had Toulon nor Egypt nor the passage of Mont Blanc to begin his career with, but instead of all those picturesque and monumental things, there had simply been some ridiculous old hag, a pawnbroker, who had to be murdered too to get money from her trunk (for his career, you understand). Well, would he have brought himself to that if there had been no other means?

Wouldn’t he have felt a pang at its being so far from monumental and … and sinful, too? Well, I must tell you that I worried myself fearfully over that ‘question’ so that I was awfully ashamed when I guessed at last (all of a sudden, somehow) that it would not have given him the 734 of 967

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least pang, that it would not even have struck him that it was not monumental … that he would not have seen that there was anything in it to pause over, and that, if he had had no other way, he would have strangled her in a minute without thinking about it! Well, I too … left off thinking about it … murdered her, following his example.

And that’s exactly how it was! Do you think it funny?

Yes, Sonia, the funniest thing of all is that perhaps that’s just how it was.’

Sonia did not think it at all funny.

‘You had better tell me straight out … without examples,’ she begged, still more timidly and scarcely audibly.

He turned to her, looked sadly at her and took her hands.

‘You are right again, Sonia. Of course that’s all nonsense, it’s almost all talk! You see, you know of course that my mother has scarcely anything, my sister happened to have a good education and was condemned to drudge as a governess. All their hopes were centered on me. I was a student, but I couldn’t keep myself at the university and was forced for a time to leave it. Even if I had lingered on like that, in ten or twelve years I might (with luck) hope to be some sort of teacher or clerk with a salary of a 735 of 967

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thousand roubles’ (he