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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 303
it. . . . And if you were to torture her, she wouldn't do wrong.
She doesn't see that it's impossible for people to be righteous
and she is angry at it. Like a child, like a child. She is good!"
"And what will happen to you?"
Sonia looked at him inquiringly.
"They are left on your hands, you see. They were all on
your hands before, though. . . . And your father came to you to
beg for drink. Well, how will it be now?"
"I don't know," Sonia articulated mournfully.
"Will they stay there?"
"I don't know. . . . They are in debt for the lodging, but
the landlady, I hear, said to-day that she wanted to get rid of
them, and Katerina Ivanovna says that she won't stay another
minute."
"How is it she is so bold? She relies upon you?"
"Oh, no, don't talk like that. . . . We are one, we live like
one." Sonia was agitated again and even angry, as though a
canary or some other little bird were to be angry. "And what
could she do? What, what could she do?" she persisted, getting
hot and excited. "And how she cried to-day! Her mind is
unhinged, haven't you noticed it? At one minute she is worry-
ing like a child that everything should be right to-morrow, the
lunch and all that. . . . Then she is wringing her hands, spitting
blood, weeping, and all at once she will begin knocking her head
against the wall, in despair. Then she will be comforted again.
She builds all her hopes on you; she says that you will help her
now and that she will borrow a little money somewhere and go
to her native town with me and set up a boarding school for the
daughters of gentlemen and take me to superintend it, and we
will begin a new splendid life. And she kisses and hugs me,
comforts me, and you know she has such faith, such faith in
her fancies! One can't contradict her. And all the day long she
has been washing, cleaning, mending. She dragged the wash
tub into the room with her feeble hands and sank on the bed,
gasping for breath. We went this morning to the shops to buy
shoes for Polenka and Lida for theirs are quite worn out. Only
the money we'd reckoned wasn't enough, not nearly enough.
And she picked out such dear little boots, for she has taste, you
don't know. And there in the shop she burst out crying before
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