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- 108 CRIM£ AND PUNISHMENT
and then some of the dullest scandals out of the second part of
Les Concessions we have marked for translation; somebody has
told Heruvimov, that Rousseau was a kind of Radishchev. You
may be sure I don't contradict him, hang him! Well, would you
like to do the second signature of 7j woman a human being?'
If you would, take the German and pens and paper — all those are
provided, and take three roubles; for as I have had six roubles
in advance on the whole thing, three roubles come to you for
yovu- share. And when you have finished the signature there will
be another three roubles for you. And please don't think I am
doing you a service; quite the contrary, as soon as you came in,
I saw how you could help me; to begin with, I am weak in spell-
ing, and secondly, I am sometimes utterly adrift in German, so
that I make it up as I go along for the most part. The only com-
fort is,that's it's bound to be a change for the better. Though
who can tell, maybe it's sometimes for the worse. Will you
take it?"
Raskolnikov took the German sheets in silence, took the three
roubles and without a word went out. Razimiihin gazed after
him in astonishment. But when Raskolnikov was in the next
street, he turned back, mounted the stairs to Razumihin's again
and laying on the table the German article and the three roubles,
went out again, still without uttering a word.
"Are you raving, or what?" Razumihin shouted, roused to
fury at last. "What farce is this? You'll drive me crazy too . . .
what did you come to see me for, damn you?"
"I don't want . . . translation," muttered Raskolnikov from
the stairs.
"Then what the devil do you want?" shouted Razumihin
from above. Raskolnikov continued descending the staircase in
silence.
"Hey, there! Where are you living?"
No answer.
"Well, confound you then!"
But Raskolnikov was already stepping into the street. On the
Nikolaevsky Bridge he was roused to full consciousness again by
an unpleasant incident. A coachman, after shouting at him two
or three times, gave him a violent lash on the back with his whip^
for having almost fallen under his horses' hoofs. The lash so
infuriated him that he dashed away to the railing (for some un-
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