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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 399
CHAPTER V
Lebeziatnikov looked perturbed.
"I've come to you, Sofya Semyonovna," he began. "Excuse me
... I thought I should find you," he said, addressing Raskolnikov
suddenly, "that is, I didn't mean anything ... of that sort . . .
But I just thought . , . Katerina Ivanovna has gone out of her
mind," he blurted out suddenly, turning from Raskolnikov toSonia.
Sonia screamed.
"At least it seems so. But ... we don't know what to do,
you see! She came back — she seems to have been turned out
somewhere, perhaps beaten. ... So it seems at least, . . . She had
run to your father's former chief, she didn't find him at home:
he was dining at some other general's. . . . Only fancy, she
rushed off there, to the other general's, and, imagine, she was so
persistent that she managed to get the chief to see her, had him
fetched out from dinner, it seems. You can imagine what hap-
pened. She was turned out, of course; but, according to her own
story, she abused him and threw something at him. One may
well believe it. . . . How it is she wasn't taken up, I can't under-
stand! Now she is telling every one, including Amalia Ivanovna;
but it's difficult to understand her, she is creaming and flinging
herself about. . . . Oh yes, she shouts that since every one has
abandoned her, she will take the children and go into the street
with a barrel-organ, and the children will sing and dance, and
she too, and collect money, and will go every day under the
general's window ... 'to let every one see well-born children,
whose father was an official, begging in the street.' She keeps
beating the children and they are all crying. She is teaching
Lida to sing 'My village,' the boy to dance, Polenka the same.
She is tearing up all the clothes, and making them little caps
like actors; she means to carry a tin basin and make it tinkle,
instead of music. . . . She won't listen to anything. . . . Imagine
the state of things! It's beyond anything!"
Lebeziatnikov would have gone on, but Sonia, who had heard
him almost breathless, snatched up her cloak and hat, and ran
out of the room, putting on her things as she went. Raskolnikov
followed her and Lebeziatnikov came after him.
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