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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 149
frightened by the question and Raskolnikov's strange manner,and he crossed over to the other side of the street.
Raskolnikov walked straight on and came out at the corner
of the Hay Market, where the huckster and his wife had talked
vith Lizaveta; but they were not there now. Recognising the
place, he stopped, looked round and addressed a young fellow
in a red shirt who stood gaping before a corn chandler's shop.
"Isn't there a man who keeps a booth with his wife at this
comer?"
"All sorts of people keep booths here," answered the young
man, glancing superciliously at Raskolnikov.
"What's his name?"
"What he was christened."
"Aren't you a Zaraisky man, too? Which province?"
The young man looked at Raskolnikov again.
"It's not a province, your excellency, but a district. Gra-
ciously forgive me, your excellency!"
"Is that a tavern at the top there?"
"Yes, it's an eating-house and there's a billiard-room and
you'll find princesses there too. . . . La-la!"
Raskolnikov crossed the square. In that corner there was
a dense crowd of peasants. He pushed his way into the thickest
part of it, looking at the faces. He felt an unaccountable incli-
nation to enter into conversation with people. But the peasants
took no notice of him; they were all shouting in groups together.
He stood and thought a little and took a turning to the right
in the direction of V.
He had often crossed that little street which turns at an
angle, leading from the market-place to Sadovy Street. Of late
he had often felt drawn to wander about this district, when he
felt depressed, that he might feel more so.
Now he walked along, thinking of nothing. At that point
there is a great block of buildings, entirely let out in dram shops
and eating-houses; women were continually running in and out,
bare-headed and in their indoor clothes. Here and there they
gathered in groups, on the pavement, especially about the en-
trances to various festive establishments in the lower storeys.
From one of these a loud din, sounds of singing, the tinkling
of a guitar and shouts of merriment, floated into the street.
A crowd of women were thronging round the door; some wert
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