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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 513
conflagrations and famine. All men and all things were involved
in destruction. The plague spread and moved further and fur-
ther. Only a few men could be saved in the whole world. They
were a pure chosen people, destined to found a new race and a
new life, to renew and pvu-ify the earth, but no one had seen
these men, no one had heard their words and their voices.
Raskolnikov was worried that this senseless dream hatmted
his memory so miserably, the impression of this feverish delir-
ium persisted so long. The second week after Easter had come.
There were warm bright spring days; in the prison ward the
grating windows under which the sentinel paced were opened.
Sonia had only been able to visit him twice during his illness;
each time she had to obtain permission, and it was difficult. But
she often used to come to the hospital yard, especially in the
evening, sometimes only to stand a minute and look up at the
windows of the ward.
One evening, when he was almost well again, Raskolnikov
fell asleep. On waking up he chanced to go to the window, and
at once saw Sonia in the distance at the hospital gate. She seemed
to be waiting for some one. Something stabbed him to the heart
at that minute. He shuddered and moved away from the win-
dow. Next day Sonia did not come, nor the day after; he noticed
that he was expecting her uneasily. At last he was discharged.
On reaching the prison he learnt from the convicts that Sofya
Semyonovna was lying ill at home and was unable to go out.
He was very uneasy and sent to inquire after her; he soon
learnt that her illness was not dangerous. Hearing that he was
anxious about her, Sonia sent him a pencilled note, telling him
that she was much better, that she had a slight cold and that
she would soon, very soon come and see him at his work. His
heart throbbed painfully as he read it.
Again it was a warm bright day. Early in the morning, at six
o'clock, he went off to work on the river bank, where they used
to pound alabaster and where there was a kiln for baking it in a
shed. There were only three of them sent. One of the convicts
went with the guard to the fortress to fetch a tool; the other
began getting the wood ready and laying it in the kiln. Raskolni-
kov came out of the shed on to the river bank, sat down on a
heap of logs by the shed and began gazing at the wide deserted
river. From the high bank a broad landscape opened before him.
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