“Brother, think what you are saying!” Avdotya Romanovna began impetuously, but immediately checked herself. “Good Heavens!” cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna. “Dounia,” Raskolnikov continued with an effort, “I don’t want that marriage, so at the first opportunity to-morrow you must refuse Luzhin, so that we may never hear his name again.”

Both of them had heard of the quarrel from Nastasya, so far as she had succeeded in understanding and reporting it, and were in painful perplexity and suspense. “Rodya, what are you saying! Surely, you don’t mean to tell us…” Pulcheria Alexandrovna began in alarm, but she stopped, looking at Dounia.Īvdotya Romanovna was looking attentively at her brother, waiting for what would come next. “Yes… he was so kind… Dounia, I promised Luzhin I’d throw him downstairs and told him to go to hell….” We have heard, Rodya, that Pyotr Petrovitch was so kind as to visit you today,” Pulcheria Alexandrovna added somewhat timidly. “No, Rodya, but he knows already of our arrival. “Stay,” he stopped them again, “you keep interrupting me, and my ideas get muddled…. “Mayn’t I look at him after three years?” wept Pulcheria Alexandrovna. “Come, mamma, come out of the room at least for a minute,” Dounia whispered in dismay “we are distressing him, that’s evident.” “I can’t have it! I can’t have it!” he repeated irritably, “don’t worry me! Enough, go away… I can’t stand it!” “How, how can I thank you!” Pulcheria Alexandrovna was beginning, once more pressing Razumihin’s hands, but Raskolnikov interrupted her again. Bother all my visitors! Let them rage to their hearts’ content! My uncle is presiding there.” “I will stay with him,” cried Razumihin, “I won’t leave him for a moment. “Don’t torture me!” he said with a gesture of irritation.

But, Rodya, nothing would induce me to leave you now! I will spend the night here, near you…” “This evening, Rodya,” answered Pulcheria Alexandrovna, “the train was awfully late. “Go home… with him,” he said in a broken voice, pointing to Razumihin, “good-bye till to-morrow to-morrow everything… Is it long since you arrived?” Pulcheria Alexandrovna began to cry.Īvdotya Romanovna was pale her hand trembled in her brother’s. It revealed an emotion agonisingly poignant, and at the same time something immovable, almost insane. His mother was alarmed by his expression. He waved his hand weakly to Razumihin to cut short the flow of warm and incoherent consolations he was addressing to his mother and sister, took them both by the hand and for a minute or two gazed from one to the other without speaking. Raskolnikov got up, and sat down on the sofa. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.

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