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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 403
He heard his name called. He looked round. Lebeziatnikov
rushed up to him.
"Only fancy, I've been to your room looking for you. Only
fancy, she's carried out her plan, and taken away the children.
Sofya Semyonovna and I have had a job to find them. She is
rapping on a frying-pan and making the children dance. The
children are crying. They keep stopping at the cross roads and
in front of shops; there's a crowd of fools running after them.
Come along!"
"And Sonia?" Raskolnikov asked anxiously, hurrying afterLebeziatnikov.
"Simply frantic. That is, it's not Sofya Semyonovna's fran-
tic, but Katerina Ivanovna, though Sofya Semyonovna's frantic
too. But Katerina Ivanovna is absolutely frantic. I tell you she is
quite mad. They'll be taken to the police. You can fancy what
an effect that will have. . . . They are on the canal bank, near
the bridge now, not far from Sofya Semyonovna's, quite close."
On the canal bank near the bridge and not two houses away
from the one where Sonia lodged, there was a crowd of people,
consisting principally of gutter children. The hoarse broken
voice of Katerina Ivanovna could be heard from the bridge, and
it certainly was a strange spectacle likely to attract a street
crowd. Katerina Ivanovna in her old dress with the green shawl,
wearing a torn straw hat, crushed in a hideous way on one side,
was really frantic. She was exhausted and breathless. Her wasted
consumptive face looked more suffering than ever, and indeed
out of doors in the sunshine a consumptive always looks worse
than at home. But her excitement did not flag, and every mo-
ment her irritation grew more intense. She rushed at the chil-
dren, shouted at them, coaxed them, told them before the crowd
how to dance and what to sing, began explaining to them why
it was necessary, and driven to desperation by their not under-
standing, beat them. . . . Then she would make a rush at the
crowd; if she noticed any decently dressed person stopping to
look, she immediately appealed to him to see what these children
"from a genteel, one may say aristocratic, house" had been
brought to. If she heard laughter or jeering in the crowd, she
would rush at once at the scoffers and begin squabbling with
them. Some people laughed, others shook their heads, but every
one felt curious at the sight of the madwoman with the fright-
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