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 its 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 Razumihins 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, youve cut me out! he added, looking at Raskolnikovs rags. Come sit down, you are tired, Ill 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 dont really want lessons.
But I say! You are delirious, you know! Razumihin observed, watching him carefully.
No, I am not.
Raskolnikov got up from the sofa. As he had mounted the stairs to Razumihins, he had not realised that he would be meeting his friend face to face. Now, in a flash, he knew, that what he was least of all disposed for at that moment was to be face to face with anyone in the wide world. His spleen rose within him. He almost choked with rage at himself as soon as he crossed Razumihins threshold.
Good-bye, he said abruptly, and walked to the door.
Stop, stop! You queer fish.
I dont want to, said the other, again pulling away his hand.
Then why the devil have you come? Are you mad, or what? Why, this is almost insulting! I wont let you go like that.
Well, then, I came to you because I know no one but you who could help to begin because you are kinder than anyone cleverer, I mean, and can judge and now I see that I want nothing. Do you hear? Nothing at all no ones services no ones sympathy. I am by myself alone. Come, thats enough. Leave me alone.
Stay a minute, you sweep! You are a perfect madman. As you like for all I care. I have no lessons, do you see, and I dont care about that, but theres a bookseller, Heruvimovand he takes the place of a lesson. I would not exchange him for five lessons. Hes doing publishing of a kind, and issuing natural science manuals and what a circulation they have! The very titles are worth the money! You always maintained that I was a fool, but by Jove, my boy, there are greater fools than I am! Now he is setting up for being advanced, not that he has an inkling of anything, but, of course, I encourage him. Here are two signatures of the German textin my opinion, the crudest charlatanism; it discusses the question, Is woman a human being? And, of course, triumphantly proves that she is. Heruvimov is going to bring
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