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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 109
known reason he had been walking in the very middle of the
bridge in the traffic) . He angrily clenched and ground his teeth.
He heard laughter, of course.
"Serves him right!"
"A pickpocket I dare say."
"Pretending to be drunk, for sure, and getting under the
wheels on purpose; and you have to answer for him."
"It's a regular profession, that's what it is,"
But while he stood at the railing, still looking angry and be-
wildered after the retreating carriage, and rubbing his back, he
suddenly felt some one thrust money into his hand. He looked.
It was an elderly woman in a kerchief and goatskin shoes, with
a girl, probably her daughter, wearing a hat, and carrying a
green parasol.
"Take it, my good man, in Christ's name."
He took it and they passed on. It was a piece of twenty
copecks. From his dress and appearance they might well have
taken him for a beggar asking alms in the streets, and the gift of
the twenty copecks he doubtless owed to the blow, which made
them feel sorry for him.
He closed his hand on the twenty copecks, walked on for ten
paces, and turned facing the Neva, looking towards the palace.
The sky was without a cloud and the water was almost bright
blue, which is so rare in the Neva. The cupola of the cathedral,
which is seen at its best from the bridge about twenty paces
from the chapel, glittered in the sunlight, and in the pure air
every ornament on it could be clearly distinguished. The pain
from the lash went oflf, and Raskolnikov forgot about it; one
vmeasy and not quite definite idea occupied him now completely.
He stood still, and gazed long and intently into the distance;
this spot was especially familiar to him. When he was attending
the university, he had hundreds of times — generally on his way
home — stood still on this spot, gazed at this truly magnificent
spectacle and almost always marvelled at a vague and mysteri-
ous emotion it roused in him. It left him strangely cold; this
gorgeous picture was for him blank and lifeless. He wondered
every time at his sombre and enigmatic impression and, mis-
trusting himself, put oflf finding the explanation of it. He
vividly recalled those old doubts and perplexities, and it seemed
to him that it was no mere chance that he recalled them now
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