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- 11^ CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
In a couple of minutes Nastasya returned with the soup, and
announced that the tea would be ready directly. With the
soup she brought two spoons, two plates, salt, pepper, mustard
for the beef, and so on. The table was set as it had not been
for a long time. The cloth was clean.
"It would not be amiss, Nastasya, if Praskovya Pavlovna
were to send us up a couple of bottles of beer. We could empty
them."
"Well, you are a cool hand," muttered Nastasya, and she
departed to carry out his orders.
Raskolnikov still gazed wildly with strained attention.
Meanwhile Razumihin sat down on the sofa beside him, as
clumsily as a bear put his left arm round Raskolnikov's head,
although he was able to sit up, and with his right hand gave
him a spoonful of soup, Blowing on it that it might not burn
him. But the soup was only just warm. Raskolnikov swallowed
one spoonful greedily, then a second, then a third. But after
giving him a few more spoonfuls of soup, Razumihin suddenly
stopped, and said that he must ask Zossimov whether he ought
to have more.
Nastasya came in with two bottles of beer.
"And will you have tea?"
"Yes."
"Cut along, Nastasya, and bring some tea, for tea we may
venture on without the faculty. But here is the beer!" He
moved back to his chair, pulled the soup and meat in front of
him, and began eating as though he had not touched food for
three days.
"I must tell you, Rodya, I dine like this here every day now,"
he mumbled with his mouth full of beef, "and it's all Pashenka,
your dear little landlady, who sees to that; she loves to do
anything for me. I don't ask for it, but, of course, I don't ob-
ject. And here's Nastasya with the tea. She is a quick girl.
Nastasya, my dear, won't you have some beer?"
"Get along with your nonsense!"
"A cup of tea, then?"
"A cup of tea, maybe."
"Pour it out. Stay, I'll pour it out myself. Sit down.'*
He poured out two cups, left his dinner, and sat on the sofa
again. As before, he put his left arm roimd the sick man's
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