crime and punishment(罪与罚)-第51节
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
seized a pole which a comrade held out to him； the drowning woman
was pulled out at once。 They laid her on the granite pavement of the
embankment。 She soon recovered consciousness； raised her head； sat
up and began sneezing and coughing； stupidly wiping her wet dress with
her hands。 She said nothing。
〃She's drunk herself out of her senses；〃 the same woman's voice
wailed at her side。 〃Out of her senses。 The other day she tried to
hang herself； we cut her down。 I ran out to the shop just now； left my
little girl to look after her… and here she's in trouble again！ A
neighbour； gentleman neighbour； we live close by； the second house
from the end； see yonder。。。。〃
The crowd broke up。 The police still remained round the woman；
some one mentioned the police station。。。。 Raskolnikov looked on with a
strange sensation of indifference and apathy。 He felt disgusted。
〃No； that's loathsome。。。 water。。。 it's not good enough；〃 he muttered
to himself。 〃Nothing will come of it；〃 he added； 〃no use to wait。 What
about the police office。。。？ And why isn't Zametov at the police
office？ The police office is open till ten o'clock。。。。〃 He turned
his back to the railing and looked about him。
〃Very well then！〃 he said resolutely； he moved from the bridge and
walked in the direction of the police office。 His heart felt hollow
and empty。 He did not want to think。 Even his depression had passed；
there was not a trace now of the energy with which he had set out
〃to make an end of it all。〃 Complete apathy had succeeded to it。
〃Well； it's a way out of it；〃 he thought； walking slowly and
listlessly along the canal bank。 〃Anyway I'll make an end； for I
want to。。。。 But is it a way out？ What does it matter！ There'll be
the square yard of space… ha！ But what an end！ Is it really the end？
Shall I tell them or not？ Ah。。。 damn！ How tired I am！ If I could
find somewhere to sit or lie down soon！ What I am most ashamed of is
its being so stupid。 But I don't care about that either！ What
idiotic ideas come into one's head。〃
To reach the police office he had to go straight forward and take
the second turning to the left。 It was only a few paces away。 But at
the first turning he stopped and； after a minute's thought； turned
into a side street and went two streets out of his way； possibly
without any object； or possibly to delay a minute and gain time。 He
walked； looking at the ground； suddenly some one seemed to whisper
in his ear； he lifted his head and saw that he was standing at the
very gate of the house。 He had not passed it； he had not been near
it since that evening。 An overwhelming unaccountable prompting drew
him on。 He went into the house； passed through the gateway； then
into the first entrance on the right； and began mounting the
familiar staircase to the fourth storey。 The narrow； steep staircase
was very dark。 He stopped at each landing and looked round him with
curiosity； on the first landing the framework of the window had been
taken out。 〃That wasn't so then；〃 he thought。 Here was the flat on the
second storey where Nikolay and Dmitri had been working。 〃It's shut up
and the door newly painted。 So it's to let。〃 Then the third storey and
the fourth。 〃Here！〃 He was perplexed to find the door of the flat wide
open。 There were men there； he could hear voices； he had not
expected that。 After brief hesitation he mounted the last stairs and
went into the flat。 It； too； was being done up； there were workmen
in it。 This seemed to amaze him； he somehow fancied that he would find
everything as he left it； even perhaps the corpses in the same
places on the floor。 And now； bare walls； no furniture； it seemed
strange。 He walked to the window and sat down on the window sill。
There were two workmen； both young fellows； but one much younger
than the other。 They were papering the walls with a new white paper
covered with lilac flowers； instead of the old； dirty； yellow one。
Raskolnikov for some reason felt horribly annoyed by this。 He looked
at the new paper with dislike； as though he felt sorry to have it
all so changed。 The workmen had obviously stayed beyond their time and
now they were hurriedly rolling up their paper and getting ready to go
home。 They took no notice of Raskolnikov's coming in； they were
talking。 Raskolnikov folded his arms and listened。
〃She comes to me in the morning；〃 said the elder to the younger；
〃very early； all dressed up。 'Why are you preening and prinking？' says
I。 'I am ready to do anything to please you； Tit Vassilitch！' That's a
way of going on！ And she dressed up like a regular fashion book！〃
〃And what is a fashion book？〃 the younger one asked。 He obviously
regarded the other as an authority。
〃A fashion book is a lot of pictures； coloured； and they come to the
tailors here every Saturday； by post from abroad； to show folks how to
dress； the male sex as well as the female。 They're pictures。 The
gentlemen are generally wearing fur coats and for the ladies'
fluffles； they're beyond anything you can fancy。〃
〃There's nothing you can't find in Petersburg；〃 the younger cried
enthusiastically； 〃except father and mother； there's everything！〃
〃Except them； there's everything to be found； my boy；〃 the elder
declared sententiously。
Raskolnikov got up and walked into the other room where the strong
box； the bed； and the chest of drawers had been； the room seemed to
him very tiny without furniture in it。 The paper was the same； the
paper in the corner showed where the case of ikons had stood。 He
looked at it and went to the window。 The elder workman looked at him
askance。
〃What do you want？〃 he asked suddenly。
Instead of answering Raskolnikov went into the passage and pulled
the bell。 The same bell； the same cracked note。 He rang it a second
and a third time； he listened and remembered。 The hideous and
agonisingly fearful sensation he had felt then began to come back more
and more vividly。 He shuddered at every ring and it gave him more
and more satisfaction。
〃Well； what do you want？ Who are you？〃 the workman shouted； going
out to him。 Raskolnikov went inside again。
〃I want to take a flat；〃 he said。 〃I am looking round。〃
〃It's not the time to look at rooms at night！ and you ought to
come up with the porter。〃
〃The floors have been washed； will they be painted？〃 Raskolnikov
went on。 〃Is there no blood？〃
〃What blood？〃
〃Why； the old woman and her sister were murdered here。 There was a
perfect pool there。〃
〃But who are you？〃 the workman cried； uneasy。
〃Who am I？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You want to know？ Come to the police station； I'll tell you。〃
The workmen looked at him in amazement。
〃It's time for us to go； we are late。 Come along； Alyoshka。 We
must lock up；〃 said the elder workman。
〃Very well； come along；〃 said Raskolnikov indifferently； and going
out first； he went slowly downstairs。 〃Hey； porter；〃 he cried in the
gateway。
At the entrance several people were standing； staring at the
passers…by； the two porters； a peasant woman； a man in a long coat and
a few others。 Raskolnikov went straight up to them。
〃What do you want？〃 asked one of the porters。
〃Have you been to the police office？〃
〃I've just been there。 What do y
