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Crime and Punishment. Fyodor Dostoevsky. Translated By Constance Garnett. This eBook is designed and published by Planet PDF. For more free. eBooks visit . Download our free ePUB, PDF or MOBI eBooks to read on almost any device — your desktop, iPhone, iPad, Crime and Punishment. Fyodor Dostoevsky, Fyodor Dostoevsky's classic, Crime And Punishment, tells the story of Raskolnikov, a destitute and desperate Format: Global Grey edition (PDF, epub , site).


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When Fyodor Dostoevsky was twenty-eight, he was arrested by the especially true of Crime and Punishment, published in , which tells the story of a. This book is available for free download in a number of formats - including epub, pdf, azw, mobi and more. You can also read the full text online using our. Crime and Punishment. Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Translated By Constance Garnett. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday.

But now all at once he felt a desire to be with other people. Something new seemed to be taking place within him, and with it he felt a sort of thirst for company. He was so weary after a whole month of concentrated wretchedness and gloomy excitement that he longed to rest, if only for a moment, in some other world, whatever it might be; and, in spite of the filthiness of the surroundings, he was glad now to stay in the tavern.

The master of the establishment was in another room, but he frequently came down some steps into the main room, his jaunty, tarred boots with red turn-over tops coming into view each time before the rest of his person.

He wore a full coat and a horribly greasy black satin waistcoat, with no cravat, and his whole face seemed smeared with oil like an iron lock. At the counter stood a boy of about fourteen, and there was another boy somewhat younger who handed whatever was wanted.

On the counter lay some sliced cucumber, some pieces of dried black bread, and some fish, chopped up small, all smelling very bad. It was insufferably close, and so heavy with the fumes of spirits that five minutes in such an atmosphere might well make a man drunk. But I am talking too much.

It's because I chatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing.

I've learned to chatter this last month, lying for days together in my den thinking Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious?

Crime and Punishment

It is not serious at all. It's simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything. The insufferable stench from the pot-houses, which are particularly numerous in that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met continually, although it was a working day, completed the revolting misery of the picture.

An expression of the profoundest disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man's refined face.

He was, by the way, exceptionally handsome, above the average in height, slim, well-built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown hair.

Soon he sank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of mind; he walked along not observing what was about him and not caring to observe it.

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From time to time, he would mutter something, from the habit of talking to himself, to which he had just confessed. At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle and that he was very weak; for two days he had scarcely tasted food. He was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been ashamed to be seen in the street in such rags. In that quarter of the town, however, scarcely any shortcoming in dress would have created surprise.

Owing to the proximity of the Hay Market, the number of establishments of bad character, the preponderance of the trading and working class population crowded in these streets and alleys in the heart of Petersburg, types so various were to be seen in the streets that no figure, however queer, would have caused surprise.

But there was such accumulated bitterness and contempt in the young man's heart, that, in spite of all the fastidiousness of youth, he minded his rags least of all in the street. It was a different matter when he met with acquaintances or with former fellow students, whom, indeed, he disliked meeting at any time.

July 16, Next The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S.

Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K.

He had successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the staircase. His garret was under the roof of a high, five-storied house and was more like a cupboard than a room. The landlady who provided him with garret, dinners, and attendance, lived on the floor below, and every time he went out he was obliged to pass her kitchen, the door of which invariably stood open.

And each time he passed, the young man had a sick, frightened feeling, which made him scowl and feel ashamed. He was hopelessly in debt to his landlady, and was afraid of meeting her. This was not because he was cowardly and abject, quite the contrary; but for some time past he had been in an overstrained irritable condition, verging on hypochondria. He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from his fellows that he dreaded meeting, not only his landlady, but anyone at all.

He was crushed by poverty, but the anxieties of his position had of late ceased to weigh upon him. He had given up attending to matters of practical importance; he had lost all desire to do so. Nothing that any landlady could do had a real terror for him. But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, and to rack his brains for excuses, to prevaricate, to lie—no, rather than that, he would creep down the stairs like a cat and slip out unseen.

This evening, however, on coming out into the street, he became acutely aware of his fears.

It would be interesting to know what it is men are most afraid of. Taking a new step, uttering a new word is what they fear most…. But I am talking too much. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing.

Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. Yes, maybe it is a plaything.

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The insufferable stench from the pot-houses, which are particularly numerous in that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met continually, although it was a working day, completed the revolting misery of the picture. He was, by the way, exceptionally handsome, above the average in height, slim, well-built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown hair. Soon he sank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of mind; he walked along not observing what was about him and not caring to observe it.

From time to time, he would mutter something, from the habit of talking to himself, to which he had just confessed. At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle and that he was very weak; for two days he had scarcely tasted food. He was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been ashamed to be seen in the street in such rags.

In that quarter of the town, however, scarcely any shortcoming in dress would have created surprise. Owing to the proximity of the Hay Market, the number of establishments of bad character, the preponderance of the trading and working class population crowded in these streets and alleys in the heart of Petersburg, types so various were to be seen in the streets that no figure, however queer, would have caused surprise.

It was a different matter when he met with acquaintances or with former fellow students, whom, indeed, he disliked meeting at any time.

Not shame, however, but quite another feeling akin to terror had overtaken him. Why, a stupid thing like this, the most trivial detail might spoil the whole plan. Yes, my hat is too noticeable….The Great Gatsby F. It might well be the yearning for that change which drives a person like Raskolnikov towards his punishment. Phew, how utterly petty it all is! These books are published in Australia and are out of copyright here.

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

This house was let out in tiny tenements and was inhabited by working people of all kinds—tailors, locksmiths, cooks, Germans of sorts, girls picking up a living as best they could, petty clerks, etc. Is that serious? Really, it is as if he had two separate personalities, each dominating him alternately. In later years his penchant for gambling sent him deeply into debt. Why, a stupid thing like this, the most trivial detail might spoil the whole plan.