crime and punishment(罪与罚)-第47章
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the idea is too absurd and especially since the arrest of that
painter； that bubble's burst and gone for ever。 But why are they
such fools？ I gave Zametov a bit of a thrashing at the time… that's
between ourselves； brother； please don't let out a hint that you
know of it； I've noticed he is a ticklish subject； it was at Luise
Ivanovna's。 But to…day； to…day it's all cleared up。 That Ilya
Petrovitch is at the bottom of it！ He took advantage of your
fainting at the police station； but he is ashamed of it himself now； I
know that。。。〃
Raskolnikov listened greedily。 Razumihin was drunk enough to talk
too freely。
〃I fainted then because it was so close and the smell of paint；〃
said Raskolnikov。
〃No need to explain that！ And it wasn't the paint only： the fever
had been coming on for a month； Zossimov testifies to that！ But how
crushed that boy is now； you wouldn't believe！ 'I am not worth his
little finger；' he says。 Yours； he means。 He has good feelings at
times； brother。 But the lesson； the lesson you gave him to…day in
the Palais de Crystal； that was too good for anything！ You
frightened him at first； you know； he nearly went into convulsions！
You almost convinced him again of the truth of all that hideous
nonsense； and then you suddenly… put out your tongue at him： 'There
now； what do you make of it？' It was perfect！ He is crushed；
annihilated now！ It was masterly； by Jove； it's what they deserve！ Ah；
that I wasn't there！ He was hoping to see you awfully。 Porfiry； too；
wants to make your acquaintance。。。〃
〃Ah！。。。 he too。。。 but why did they put me down as mad？〃
〃Oh； not mad。 I must have said too much； brother。。。。 What struck
him； you see； was that only that subject seemed to interest you； now
it's clear why it did interest you； knowing all the
circumstances。。。。 and how that irritated you and worked in with your
illness。。。 I am a little drunk； brother； only； confound him； he has
some idea of his own。。。 I tell you； he's mad on mental diseases。 But
don't you mind him。。。〃
For half a minute both were silent。
〃Listen； Razumihin；〃 began Raskolnikov； 〃I want to tell you plainly：
I've just been at a death…bed； a clerk who died。。。 I gave them all
my money。。。 and besides I've just been kissed by some one who； if I
had killed any one； would just the same。。。 in fact I saw some one else
there。。。 with a flame…coloured feather。。。 but I am talking nonsense； I
am very weak； support me。。。 we shall be at the stairs directly。。。〃
〃What's the matter？ What's the matter with you？〃 Razumihin asked
anxiously。
〃I am a little giddy； but that's not the point； I am so sad； so
sad。。。 like a woman。 Look； what's that？ Look； look！〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Don't you see？ A light in my room； you see？ Through the crack。。。〃
They were already at the foot of the last flight of stairs； at the
level of the landlady's door； and they could； as a fact； see from
below that there was a light in Raskolnikov's garret。
〃Queer！ Nastasya； perhaps；〃 observed Razumihin。
〃She is never in my room at this time and she must be in bed long
ago； but。。。 I don't care！ Good…bye！〃
〃What do you mean？ I am coming with you； we'll come in together！〃
〃I know we are going in together； but I want to shake hands here and
say good…bye to you here。 So give me your hand； good…bye！〃
〃What's the matter with you； Rodya？〃
〃Nothing。。。 come along。。。 you shall be witness。〃
They began mounting the stairs； and the idea struck Razumihin that
perhaps Zossimov might be right after all。 〃Ah； I've upset him with my
chatter！〃 he muttered to himself。
When they reached the door they heard voices in the room。
〃What is it？〃 cried Razumihin。 Raskolnikov was the first to open the
door； he flung it wide and stood still in the doorway； dumbfounded。
His mother and sister were sitting on his sofa and had been
waiting an hour and a half for him。 Why had he never expected； never
thought of them； though the news that they had started； were on
their way and would arrive immediately； had been repeated to him
only that day？ They had spent that hour and a half plying Nastasya
with questions。 She was standing before them and had told them
everything by now。 They were beside themselves with alarm when they
heard of his 〃running away〃 to…day； ill and； as they understood from
her story； delirious！ 〃Good Heavens； what had become of him？〃 Both had
been weeping； both had been in anguish for that hour and a half。
A cry of joy； of ecstasy； greeted Raskolnikov's entrance。 Both
rushed to him。 But he stood like one dead； a sudden intolerable
sensation struck him like a thunderbolt。 He did not lift his arms to
embrace them； he could not。 His mother and sister clasped him in their
arms； kissed him； laughed and cried。 He took a step； tottered and fell
to the ground； fainting。
Anxiety； cries of horror； moans。。。 Razumihin who was standing in the
doorway flew into the room； seized the sick man in his strong arms and
in a moment had him on the sofa。
〃It's nothing； nothing！〃 he cried to the mother and sister… 〃it's
only a faint； a mere trifle！ Only just now the doctor said he was much
better； that he is perfectly well！ Water！ See； he is coming to
himself； he is all right again！〃
And seizing Dounia by the arm so that he almost dislocated it； he
made her bend down to see that 〃he is all right again。〃 The mother and
sister looked on him with emotion and gratitude； as their
Providence。 They had heard already from Nastasya all that had been
done for their Rodya during his illness； by this 〃very competent young
man；〃 as Pulcheria Alexandrovna Raskolnikov called him that evening in
conversation with Dounia。
PART THREE
Chapter One
RASKOLNIKOV got up； and sat down on the sofa。 He waved his hand
weakly to Razumihin to cut short the flow of warm and incoherent
consolations he was addressing to his mother and sister； took them
both by the hand and for a minute or two gazed from one to the other
without speaking。 His mother was alarmed by his expression。 It
revealed an emotion agonisingly poignant； and at the same time
something immovable； almost insane。 Pulcheria Alexandrovna began to
cry。
Avdotya Romanovna was pale； her hand trembled in her brother's。
〃Go home。。。 with him；〃 he said in a broken voice； pointing to
Razumihin； 〃good…bye till to…morrow； to…morrow everything。。。 Is it
long since you arrived？〃
〃This evening； Rodya；〃 answered Pulcheria Alexandrovna； 〃the train
was awfully late。 But； Rodya； nothing would induce me to leave you
now！ I will spend the night here； near you。。。〃
〃Don't torture me！〃 he said with a gesture of irritation。
〃I will stay with him；〃 cried Razumihin； 〃I won't leave him for a
moment。 Bother all my visitors！ Let them rage to their hearts'
content！ My uncle is presiding there。〃
〃How； how can I thank you！〃 Pulcheria Alexandrovna was beginning；
once more pressing Razumihin's hands； but Raskolnikov interrupted
her again。
〃I can't have it！ I can't have it！〃 he repeated irritably； 〃don't
worry me！ Enough； go away。。。 I can't stand it！〃
〃Come； mamma； come out of the room at least for a minute；〃 Dounia
whispered in dismay； 〃we are distressing him； that's evident。〃
〃Mayn't I look at him after three years？〃 wept Pulcheria
Alexandrovna。
〃Stay；〃 he stopped them again； 〃you keep interrupting me； and my
ideas get muddled。。。。 Have you seen Luzhin？〃
〃No； Rodya； but he knows already of our arrival。 We have heard；
Rodya； that Pyotr Petrovitch was so kind as to visit you today；〃
Pulcheria Alexandrovna added somewhat timidly。
〃Yes。。。 he was so kind。。。 Dounia； I promised Luzhin I'd throw him
downstairs and told him to go to hell。。。。〃
〃Rodya； what are you saying！ Surely； you don't mean to tell us。。。〃
Pulcheria Alexandrovna began in alarm； but she stopped； looking at
Dounia。
Avdotya Romanovna was looking attentively at her brother； waiting
for what would come next。 Both of them had heard of the quarrel from
Nastasya； so far as she had succeeded in understanding and reporting
it； and were in painful perplexity and suspense。
〃Dounia；〃 Raskolnikov continued with an effort； 〃I don't want that
marriage； so at the first opportunity to…morrow you must refuse
Luzhin； so that we may never hear his name again。〃
〃Good Heavens！〃 cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna。
〃Brother； think what you are saying！〃 Avdotya Romanovna began
impetuously； but immediately checked herself。 〃Yo
