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Raskolnikov
went
into
his
little
room
and
stood
still
in
the
middle
of
it
.
Why
had
he
come
back
here
?
He
looked
at
the
yellow
and
tattered
paper
,
at
the
dust
,
at
his
sofa
.
.
.
.
From
the
yard
came
a
loud
continuous
knocking
;
someone
seemed
to
be
hammering
.
.
.
He
went
to
the
window
,
rose
on
tiptoe
and
looked
out
into
the
yard
for
a
long
time
with
an
air
of
absorbed
attention
.
But
the
yard
was
empty
and
he
could
not
see
who
was
hammering
.
In
the
house
on
the
left
he
saw
some
open
windows
;
on
the
window
-
sills
were
pots
of
sickly
-
looking
geraniums
.
Linen
was
hung
out
of
the
windows
.
.
.
He
knew
it
all
by
heart
.
He
turned
away
and
sat
down
on
the
sofa
.
Never
,
never
had
he
felt
himself
so
fearfully
alone
!
Yes
,
he
felt
once
more
that
he
would
perhaps
come
to
hate
Sonia
,
now
that
he
had
made
her
more
miserable
.
“
Why
had
he
gone
to
her
to
beg
for
her
tears
?
What
need
had
he
to
poison
her
life
?
Oh
,
the
meanness
of
it
!
”
“
I
will
remain
alone
,
”
he
said
resolutely
,
“
and
she
shall
not
come
to
the
prison
!
”
Five
minutes
later
he
raised
his
head
with
a
strange
smile
.
That
was
a
strange
thought
.
“
Perhaps
it
really
would
be
better
in
Siberia
,
”
he
thought
suddenly
.
He
could
not
have
said
how
long
he
sat
there
with
vague
thoughts
surging
through
his
mind
.
All
at
once
the
door
opened
and
Dounia
came
in
.
At
first
she
stood
still
and
looked
at
him
from
the
doorway
,
just
as
he
had
done
at
Sonia
;
then
she
came
in
and
sat
down
in
the
same
place
as
yesterday
,
on
the
chair
facing
him
.
He
looked
silently
and
almost
vacantly
at
her
.
“
Don
’
t
be
angry
,
brother
;
I
’
ve
only
come
for
one
minute
,
”
said
Dounia
.
