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- 8 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
a definite form that he did not know what to do with himself to
escape from his wretchedness. He walked along the pavement
hke a drunken man, regardless of the passers-by, and jostling
against them, and only came to his senses when he was in the
next street. Looking round, he noticed that he was standing
close to a tavern which was entered by steps leading from the
pavement to the basement. At that instant two drunken men
came out at the door, and abusing and supporting one another,
they mounted the steps. "Without stopping to think, Raskol-
nikov went down the steps at once. Till that moment he had
never been into a tavern, but now he felt giddy and was tor-
mented bya burning thirst. He longed for a drink of cold beer,
and attributed his sudden weakness to the want of food. He sat
down at a sticky little table in a dark and dirty corner; ordered
some beer, and eagerly drank off the first glassful. At once he
felt easier; and his thoughts became clear.
"All that's nonsense," he said hop>efully, "and there is nothing
in it all to worry about! It's simply physical derangement. Just
a glass of beer, a piece of dry bread — and in one moment the
brain is stronger, the mind is clearer and the will is firm! Phew,
how utterly petty it all is!"
But in spite of this scornful reflection, he was by now looking
cheerful as though he were suddenly set free from a terrible
burden: and he gazed round in a friendly way at the people in
the room. But even at that moment he had a dim foreboding
that this happier frame of mind was also not normal.
There were few people at the time in the tavern. Besides the
two drunken men he had met on the steps, a group consisting of
about five men and a girl with a concertina had gone out at the
same time. Their departure left the room qixiet and rather
empty. The persons still in the tavern were a man who appeared
to be an artisan, drunk, but not extremely so, sitting before a
pot of beer, and his companion, a huge, stout man with a grey
beard, in a short full-skirted coat. He was very drunk: and had
dropped asleep on the bench; every now and then, he began as
though in his sleep, cracking his fingers, with his arms wide
apart and the upper part of his body bounding about on the
bench, while he hummed some meaningless refrain, trying to
recall some such lines as these:
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