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He
walked
on
without
resting
.
He
had
a
terrible
longing
for
some
distraction
,
but
he
did
not
know
what
to
do
,
what
to
attempt
.
A
new
overwhelming
sensation
was
gaining
more
and
more
mastery
over
him
every
moment
;
this
was
an
immeasurable
,
almost
physical
,
repulsion
for
everything
surrounding
him
,
an
obstinate
,
malignant
feeling
of
hatred
.
All
who
met
him
were
loathsome
to
him
—
he
loathed
their
faces
,
their
movements
,
their
gestures
.
If
anyone
had
addressed
him
,
he
felt
that
he
might
have
spat
at
him
or
bitten
him
.
.
.
.
He
stopped
suddenly
,
on
coming
out
on
the
bank
of
the
Little
Neva
,
near
the
bridge
to
Vassilyevsky
Ostrov
.
“
Why
,
he
lives
here
,
in
that
house
,
”
he
thought
,
“
why
,
I
have
not
come
to
Razumihin
of
my
own
accord
!
Here
it
’
s
the
same
thing
over
again
.
.
.
.
Very
interesting
to
know
,
though
;
have
I
come
on
purpose
or
have
I
simply
walked
here
by
chance
?
Never
mind
,
I
said
the
day
before
yesterday
that
I
would
go
and
see
him
the
day
after
;
well
,
and
so
I
will
!
Besides
I
really
cannot
go
further
now
.
”
He
went
up
to
Razumihin
’
s
room
on
the
fifth
floor
.
The
latter
was
at
home
in
his
garret
,
busily
writing
at
the
moment
,
and
he
opened
the
door
himself
.
It
was
four
months
since
they
had
seen
each
other
.
Razumihin
was
sitting
in
a
ragged
dressing
-
gown
,
with
slippers
on
his
bare
feet
,
unkempt
,
unshaven
and
unwashed
.
His
face
showed
surprise
.
“
Is
it
you
?
”
he
cried
.
He
looked
his
comrade
up
and
down
;
then
after
a
brief
pause
,
he
whistled
.
“
As
hard
up
as
all
that
!
Why
,
brother
,
you
’
ve
cut
me
out
!
”
he
added
,
looking
at
Raskolnikov
’
s
rags
.
“
Come
sit
down
,
you
are
tired
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
.
”
And
when
he
had
sunk
down
on
the
American
leather
sofa
,
which
was
in
even
worse
condition
than
his
own
,
Razumihin
saw
at
once
that
his
visitor
was
ill
.
“
Why
,
you
are
seriously
ill
,
do
you
know
that
?
”
He
began
feeling
his
pulse
.
Raskolnikov
pulled
away
his
hand
.
“
Never
mind
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
have
come
for
this
:
I
have
no
lessons
.
.
.
.
I
wanted
,
.
.
.
but
I
don
’
t
really
want
lessons
.
.
.
.
”
“
But
I
say
!
You
are
delirious
,
you
know
!
”
Razumihin
observed
,
watching
him
carefully
.
