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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 511
distnist and hostility. He felt and knew the reasons of his
isolation, but he would never have admitted till then that those
reasons were so deep and strong. There were some Polish exiles,
pohtical prisoners, among them. They simply looked down
upon all the rest as ignorant churls; but Raskolnikov could not
look upon them like that. He saw that these ignorant men were
in many respects far wiser than the Poles. There were some
Russians who were just as contemptuous, a former officer and
two seminarists. Raskolnikov saw their mistake as clearly. He
was disHked and avoided by every one; they even began to hate
him at last, — why, he could not tell. Men who had been far more"
guilty despised and laughed at his crime.
"You're a gentleman," they used to say. "You shouldn't
hack about with an axe; that's not a gentleman's work."
The second week in Lent, his turn came to take the sacrament
with his gang. He went to church and prayed with the others.
A quarrel broke out one day, he did not know how. All fell on
him at once in a fury.
"You're an infidel! You don't believe in God," they shouted.
"You ought to be killed."
He had never talked to them about God nor his belief, but
they wanted to kill him as an infidel. He said nothing. One of
the prisoners rushed at him in a perfect frenzy. Raskolnikov
awaited him calmly and silently; his eyebrows did not quiver,
his face did not flinch. The guard succeeded in intervening
between him and his assailant, or there would have been blood-
shed.
There was another question he could not decide: why were
they all so fond of Sonia? She did not try to win their favour;
she rarely met them, sometimes only she came to see him at work
for a moment. And yet everybody knew her, they knew that
she had come out to follow him, knew how and where she lived.
She never gave them money, did them no particular services.
Only once at Christmas she sent them all presents of pies and
rolls. But by degrees closer relations sprang up between them
and Sonia. She would write and post letters for them to their
relations. Relations of the prisoners who visited the town, at
their instructions, left with Sonia presents and money for them.
Their wives and sweethearts knew her and used to visit her. And
when she visited Raskolnikov at work, or met a party of the
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