No, no. Why should we trouble you? You are a man of judgment. Now, Rodya, dont keep your visitor, you see he is waiting, and he made ready to hold Raskolnikovs hand in earnest.
Stop, Ill do it alone, said the latter, taking the pen and signing his name.
The messenger took out the money and went away.
Bravo! And now, brother, are you hungry?
Yes, answered Raskolnikov.
Is there any soup?
Some of yesterdays, answered Nastasya, who was still standing there.
With potatoes and rice in it?
I know it by heart. Bring soup and give us some tea.
Raskolnikov looked at all this with profound astonishment and a dull, unreasoning terror. He made up his mind to keep quiet and see what would happen. I believe I am not wandering. I believe its reality, he thought.
In a couple of minutes Nastasya returned with the soup, and announced that the tea would be ready directly. With the soup she brought two spoons, two plates, salt, pepper, mustard for the beef, and so on. The table was set as it had not been for a long time. The cloth was clean.
It would not be amiss, Nastasya, if Praskovya Pavlovna were to send us up a couple of bottles of beer. We could empty them.
Well, you are a cool hand, muttered Nastasya, and she departed to carry out his orders.
Raskolnikov still gazed wildly with strained attention. Meanwhile Razumihin sat down on the sofa beside him, as clumsily as a bear put his left arm round Raskolnikovs head, although he was able to sit up, and with his right hand gave him a spoonful of soup, blowing on it that it might not burn him. But the soup was only just warm. Raskolnikov swallowed one spoonful greedily, then a second, then a third. But after giving him a few more spoonfuls of soup, Razumihin suddenly stopped, and said that he must ask Zossimov whether he ought to have more.
Nastasya came in with two bottles of beer.
And will you have tea?
Cut along, Nastasya, and bring some tea, for tea we may venture on without the faculty. But here is the beer! He moved back to his chair, pulled the soup and meat in front of him, and began eating as though he had not touched food for three days.
I must tell you, Rodya, I dine like this here every day now, he mumbled with his mouth full of beef, and its all Pashenka, your dear little landlady, who sees to that; she loves to do anything for me. I dont ask for it, but, of course, I dont object. And heres Nastasya with the tea. She is a quick girl. Nastasya, my dear, wont you have some beer?
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