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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 181
known at Potchinkov's and the porter at once showed him the
way. Half-way upstairs he could hear the noise and animated
conversation of a big gathering of people. The door was wide
open on the stairs; he could hear exclamations and discussion.
Razumihin's room was fairly large; the company consisted of
fifteen people. Raskolnikov stopped in the entry, where two
of the landlady's servants were busy behind a screen with two
samovars, bottles, plates and dishes of pie and savouries, brought
up from the landlady's kitchen. Raskolnikov sent in for Razu-
, mihin. He ran out delighted. At the first glance it was apparent
that he had had a great deal to drink and, though no amount of
liquor made Razumihin quite drunk, this time he was percep-
tibly affected by it.
"Listen," Raskolnikov hastened to say, "I've only just come
to tell you you've won your bet and that no one really knows
what may not happen to him. I can't come in; I am so weak that
I shall fall down directly. And so good evening and good-bye!
Come and see me to-morrow."
"Do you know what? I'll see you home. If you say you're
weak yourself, you must . . ."
"And your visitors? Who is the curly-headed one who has
just peeped out?"
"He? Goodness only knows! Some friend of uncle's I expectj,
or perhaps he has come without being invited . . . I'll leave uncle
with them, he is an invaluable person, pity I can't introduce you
to him now. But confound them all now! They won't notice me,
and I need a little fresh air, for you've come just in the nick of
time — another two minutes and I should have come to blows!
They are talking such a lot of wild stuff . . . you simply can't
imagine what men will say! Though why shouldn't you
imagine? Don't we talk nonsense ourselves? And let them . . .
that's the way to learn not to! . . . Wait a minute, I'll fetch
Zossimov."
Zossimov pounced upon Raskolnikov almost greedily; he
showed a special interest in him; soon his face brightened.
"You must go to bed at once," he pronounced, examining
the patient as far as he could, "and take something for the night.
Will you take it? I got it ready some time ago ... a powder."
"Two, if you like," answered Raskolnikov. The powder wastaken at once.
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