crime and punishment(罪与罚)-第7章
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〃Ah！〃 she cried out in a frenzy； 〃he has come back！ The criminal！
the monster！。。。 And where is the money？ What's in your pocket； show
me！ And your clothes are all different！ Where are your clothes？
Where is the money！ speak！〃
And she fell to searching him。 Marmeladov submissively and
obediently held up both arms to facilitate the search。 Not a
farthing was there。
〃Where's the money？〃 she cried… 〃Mercy on us； can he have drunk it
all？ There were twelve silver roubles left in the chest！〃 and in a
fury she seized him by the hair and dragged him into the room。
Marmeladov seconded her efforts by meekly crawling along on his knees。
〃And this is a consolation to me！ This does not hurt me； but is a
positive con…so…la…tion； ho…nou…red sir；〃 he called out； shaken to and
fro by his hair and even once striking the ground with his forehead。
The child asleep on the floor woke up； and began to cry。 The boy in
the corner losing all control began trembling and screaming and rushed
to his sister in violent terror； almost in a fit。 The eldest girl
was shaking like a leaf。
〃He's drunk it！ he's drunk it all；〃 the poor woman screamed in
despair… 〃and his clothes are gone！ And they are hungry； hungry！〃… and
wringing her hands she pointed to the children。 〃Oh； accursed life！
And you； are you not ashamed？〃… she pounced all at once upon
Raskolnikov… 〃from the tavern！ Have been drinking with him？ You have
been drinking with him； too！ Go away！〃
The young man was hastening away without uttering a word。 The
inner door was thrown wide open and inquisitive faces were peering
in at it。 Coarse laughing faces with pipes and cigarettes and heads
wearing caps thrust themselves in at the doorway。 Further in could
be seen figures in dressing gowns flung open； in costumes of
unseemly scantiness； some of them with cards in their hands。 They were
particularly diverted； when Marmeladov； dragged about by his hair；
shouted that it was a consolation to him。 They even began to come into
the room； at last a sinister shrill outcry was heard： this came from
Amalia Lippevechsel herself pushing her way amongst them and trying to
restore order after her own fashion and for the hundredth time to
frighten the poor woman by ordering her with coarse abuse to clear out
of the room next day。 As he went out； Raskolnikov had time to put
his hand into his pocket； to snatch up the coppers he had received
in exchange for his rouble in the tavern and to lay them unnoticed
on the window。 Afterwards on the stairs； he changed his mind and would
have gone back。
〃What a stupid thing I've done；〃 he thought to himself； 〃they have
Sonia and I want it myself。〃 But reflecting that it would be
impossible to take it back now and that in any case he would not
have taken it； he dismissed it with a wave of his hand and went back
to his lodging。 〃Sonia wants pomatum too；〃 he said as he walked
along the street； and he laughed malignantly… 〃such smartness costs
money。。。。 Hm！ And maybe Sonia herself will be bankrupt to…day； for
there is always a risk； hunting big game。。。 digging for gold。。。 then
they would all be without a crust to…morrow except for my money。
Hurrah for Sonia！ What a mine they've dug there！ And they're making
the most of it！ Yes； they are making the most of it！ They've wept over
it and grown used to it。 Man grows used to everything； the scoundrel！〃
He sank into thought。
〃And what if I am wrong；〃 he cried suddenly after a moment's
thought。 〃What if man is not really a scoundrel； man in general； I
mean； the whole race of mankind… then all the rest is prejudice；
simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it
should be。〃
Chapter Three
HE WAKED up late next day after a broken sleep。 But his sleep had
not refreshed him； he waked up bilious； irritable； ill…tempered； and
looked with hatred at his room。 It was a tiny cupboard of a room about
six paces in length。 It had a poverty…stricken appearance with its
dusty yellow paper peeling off the walls； and it was so low…pitched
that a man of more than average height was ill at ease in it and
felt every moment that he would knock his head against the ceiling。
The furniture was in keeping with the room： there were three old
chairs； rather rickety； a painted table in the corner on which lay a
few manuscripts and books； the dust that lay thick upon them showed
that they had been long untouched。 A big clumsy sofa occupied almost
the whole of one wall and half the floor space of the room； it was
once covered with chintz； but was now in rags and served Raskolnikov
as a bed。 Often he went to sleep on it； as he was； without undressing；
without sheets； wrapped in his old student's overcoat； with his head
on one little pillow； under which he heaped up all the linen he had；
clean and dirty； by way of a bolster。 A little table stood in front of
the sofa。
It would have been difficult to sink to a lower ebb of disorder； but
to Raskolnikov in his present state of mind this was positively
agreeable。 He had got completely away from every one； like a
tortoise in its shell； and even the sight of the servant girl who
had to wait upon him and looked sometimes into his room made him
writhe with nervous irritation。 He was in the condition that overtakes
some monomaniacs entirely concentrated upon one thing。 His landlady
had for the last fortnight given up sending him in meals； and he had
not yet thought of expostulating with her； though he went without
his dinner。 Nastasya； the cook and only servant； was rather pleased at
the lodger's mood and had entirely given up sweeping and doing his
room； only once a week or so she would stray into his room with a
broom。 She waked him up that day。
〃Get up； why are you asleep！〃 she called to him。 〃It's past nine；
I have brought you some tea； will you have a cup？ I should think
you're fairly starving？〃
Raskolnikov opened his eyes； started and recognized Nastasya。
〃From the landlady； eh？〃 he asked； slowly and with a sickly face
sitting up on the sofa。
〃From the landlady； indeed！〃
She set before him her own cracked teapot full of weak and stale tea
and laid two yellow lumps of sugar by the side of it。
〃Here； Nastasya； take it please；〃 he said； fumbling in his pocket
（for he had slept in his clothes） and taking out a handful of coppers…
〃run and buy me a loaf。 And get me a little sausage； the cheapest；
at the pork…butcher's。〃
〃The loaf I'll fetch you this very minute； but wouldn't you rather
have some cabbage soup instead of sausage？ It's capital soup；
yesterday's。 I saved it for you yesterday； but you came in late。
It's fine soup。〃
When the soup had been brought； and he had begun upon it； Nastasya
sat down beside him on the sofa and began chatting。 She was a
country peasant…woman and a very talkative one。
〃Praskovya Pavlovna means to complain to the police about you；〃
she said。
He scowled。
〃To the police？ What does she want？〃
〃You don't pay her money and you won't turn out of the room。
That's what she wants； to be sure。〃
〃The devil； that's the last straw；〃 he muttered； grinding his teeth；
〃no； that would not suit me。。。 just now。 She is a fool；〃 he added
aloud。 〃I'll go and talk to her to…day。〃
〃Fool she is and no mistake； just as I am。 But why； if you are so
clever； do you lie here like a sack and have nothing to show for it？
One time you used to go out； you say； to teach children。 But why is it
you do nothing now？〃
〃I am doing。。。〃 Raskolnikov began sullenly and reluctantly。
〃What are you doing？〃
〃Work。。。〃
〃What sort of work？〃
〃I am thinking；〃 he answered seriously after a pause。
Nastasya was overcome with a fit of laughter。 She was given to
laughter and when anything amused her； she laughed inaudibly；
quivering and shaking all over till she felt ill。
〃And have you made much money by your thinking？〃 she managed to
articulate at last。
〃One can't go out to give lessons without boots。 And I'm sick of
it。〃
〃Don't quarrel with your bread and butter。〃
〃They pay so little for lessons。 What's the use of a few coppers？〃
he answered； reluctantly； as though replying to his own thought。
〃And you want to get a fortune all at once？〃
He looked at her strangely。
〃Yes； I want a fortune；〃 he answered firmly； after a brief pause。
〃Don't be in such a hurry； you quite frighten me！ Shall I get you
the loaf or not？〃
