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Crime and Punishment Fyodor Dostoevsky Translated By Constance Garnett 2 of 967 TRANSLATOR S PREFACE A few words about Dostoevsky himself may help the English reader to understand h is work. Dostoevsky was the son of a doctor. His parents were very hard- working and deep ly religious people, but so poor that they lived with their five children in onl y two rooms. The father and mother spent their evenings in reading aloud to thei r children, generally from books of a serious character. Though al
  Crime and PunishmentFyodor Dostoevsky Translated By Constance Garnett2 of 967TRANSLATOR  S PREFACEA few words about Dostoevsky himself may help the English reader to understand his work.Dostoevsky was the son of a doctor. His parents were very hard- working and deeply religious people, but so poor that they lived with their five children in only two rooms. The father and mother spent their evenings in reading aloud to their children, generally from books of a serious character.Though always sickly and delicate Dostoevsky came out third in the final examination of the Petersburg school of Engineering. There he had already begun his first work,  Poor Folk.   This story was published by the poet Nekrassov in his review and was received with acclamations. The shy, unknown youth found himself instantly something of a celebrity. A brilliant and successful career seemed to open before him, but thosehopes were soon dashed. In 1849 he was arrested.Though neither by temperament nor conviction a revolutionist, Dostoevsky was oneof a little group of young men who met together to read Fourier and Crime and Punishment 3 of 967Proudhon. He was accused of  taking part in conversations against the censorship,of reading a letter from Byelinsky to Gogol, and of knowing of the intention toset up a printing press.  Under Nicholas I. (that  stern and just man,  as Maurice Baring calls him) this was enough, and he was condemned to death. After eight months  imprisonment he was with twenty-one others taken out to the Semyonovsky Squareto be shot. Writing to his brother Mihail, Dostoevsky says:  They snapped words over our heads, and they made us put on the white shirts worn by persons condemnedto death. Thereupon we were bound in threes to stakes, to suffer execution. Being the third in the row, I concluded I had only a few minutes of life before me.I thought of you and your dear ones and I contrived to kiss Plestcheiev and Dourov, who were next to me, and to bid them farewell. Suddenly the troops beat a tattoo, we were unbound, brought back upon the scaffold, and informed that his Majesty had spared us our lives.  The sentence was commuted to hard labour.One of the prisoners, Grigoryev, went mad as soon as he was untied, and never regained his sanity.The intense suffering of this experience left a lasting stamp on Dostoevsky  s mind. Though his religious temper led him in the end to accept every suffering withCrime and Punishment 4 of 967resignation and to regard it as a blessing in his own case, he constantly recursto the subject in his writings. He describes the awful agony of the condemned man and insists on the cruelty of inflicting such torture. Then followed four years of penal servitude, spent in the company of common criminals in Siberia, where he began the  Dead House,  and some years of service in a disciplinary battalion.He had shown signs of some obscure nervous disease before his arrest and this now developed into violent attacks of epilepsy, from which he suffered for the rest of his life. The fits occurred three or four times a year and were more frequent in periods of great strain. In 1859 he was allowed to return to Russia. He started a journal     Vremya,  which was forbidden by the Censorship through a misunderstanding. In 1864 he lost his first wife and his brother Mihail. He was in terriblepoverty, yet he took upon himself the payment of his brother  s debts. He startedanother journal  The Epoch,  which within a few months was also prohibited. He was weighed down by debt, his brother  s family was dependent on him, he was forced to write at heart-breaking speed, and is said never to have corrected his work. The later years of his life were Crime and Punishment 5 of 967much softened by the tenderness and devotion of his second wife.In June 1880 he made his famous speech at the unveiling of the monument to Pushkin in Moscow and he was received with extraordinary demonstrations of love and honour.A few months later Dostoevsky died. He was followed to the grave by a vast multitude of mourners, who  gave the hapless man the funeral of a king.  He is still prob  ably the most widely read writer in Russia.In the words of a Russian critic, who seeks to explain the feeling inspired by Dostoevsky:  He was one of ourselves, a man of our blood and our bone, but one whohas suffered and has seen so much more deeply than we have his insight impressesus as wisdom  that wisdom of the heart which we seek that we may learn from it how to live. All his other gifts came to him from nature, this he won for himselfand through it he became great.  Crime and Punishment 6 of 967PART I Crime and Punishment 7 of 967Chapter IOn an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garretin which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.He had successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the staircase. His garret was under the roof of a high, five-storied house and was more like a cupboard thana room. The landlady who provided him with garret, dinners, and attendance, lived on the floor below, and every time he went out he was obliged to pass her kitchen, the door of which invariably stood open. And each time he passed, the young man had a sick, frightened feeling, which made him scowl and feel ashamed. Hewas hopelessly in debt to his landlady, and was afraid of meeting her.This was not because he was cowardly and abject, quite the contrary; but for some time past he had been in an overstrained irritable condition, verging on hypochondria. He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from hisfellows that he dreaded meeting, not only his landlady, but anyone at all. He was crushed by poverty, but the anxieties of his position had of late ceased to weigh upon him. He had given up attending to matters of Crime and Punishment 8 of967practical importance; he had lost all desire to do so. Nothing that any landladycould do had a real terror for him. But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, and to rack his brains for excuses, to prevaricate, tolie  no, rather than that, he would creep down the stairs like a cat and slip outunseen.This evening, however, on coming out into the street, he became acutely aware ofhis fears.  I want to attempt a thing like that and am frightened by these trifles,  he thought, with an odd smile.  Hm  yes, all is in a man  s hands and he lets it all slip from cowardice, that  s an axiom. It would be interesting to know what it is men are mostafraid of. Taking a new step, uttering a new word is what they fear most  . But Iam talking too much. It  s because I chatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing. I  ve learned to chatter this last month, lyingfor days together in my den thinking  of Jack the Giant-killer. Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It  s simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything.   The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the bustle and the plaster, scaffolding, bricks, and dust all Crime and Punishment 9 of 967about him, and that special Petersburg stench, so familiar to all who are unableto get out of town in summer  all worked painfully upon the young man  s already overwrought nerves. The insufferable stench from the pot- houses, which are particularly numerous in that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met continually, although it was a working day, completed the revolting misery of the picture. An expression of the profoundest disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man  s refined face. He was, by the way, exceptionally handsome, above the average inheight, slim, well-built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown hair. Soon hesank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of mind; he walked along not observing what was about him and not caring to observe it. From time to time, he would mutter something, from the habit of talking to himself, to which he had just confessed. At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle and that he was very weak; for two days he had scarcely tasted food.He was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been  ashamed to be seen in the street in such rags. In that quarter of the town, however, scarcely any shortcoming in dress would have created Crime and Punishment10 of 967surprise. Owing to the proximity of the Hay Market, the number of establishmentsof bad character, the preponderance of the trading and working class populationcrowded in these streets and alleys in the heart of Petersburg, types so various were to be seen in the streets that no figure, however queer, would have caused surprise. But there was such accumulated bitterness and contempt in the youngman  s heart, that, in spite of all the fastidiousness of youth, he minded his ragsleast of all in the street. It was a different matter when he met with acquaintances or with former fellow students, whom, indeed, he disliked meeting at any time. And yet when a drunken man who, for some unknown reason, was being taken somewhere in a huge waggon dragged by a heavy dray horse, suddenly shouted at himas he drove past:  Hey there, German hatter  bawling at the top of his voice and pointing at him  the young man stopped suddenly and clutched tremulously at his hat. It was a tall round hat from Zimmerman  s, but completely worn out, rusty with age,all torn and bespattered, brimless and bent on one side in a most unseemly fashion. Not shame, however, but quite another feeling akin to terror had overtaken him.  I knew it,  he muttered in confusion,  I thought so! That  s the worst of all! Why, a stupid thing like this, the Crime and Punishment 11 of 967most trivial detail might spoil the whole plan. Yes, my hat is too noticeable  . Itlooks absurd and that makes it noticeable  . With my rags I ought to wear a cap, any sort of old pancake, but not this grotesque thing. Nobody wears such a hat, it would be noticed a mile off, it would be remembered  . What matters is that people would remember it, and that would give them a clue. For this business one should be as little conspicuous as possible  . Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it  s just such trifles that always ruin everything  .   He had not far to go; he knew indeed how many steps it was from the gate of hislodging house: exactly seven hundred and thirty. He had counted them once when he had been lost in dreams. At the time he had put no faith in those dreams and was only tantalising himself by their hideous but daring recklessness. Now, a month later, he had begun to look upon them differently, and, in spite of the monologues in which he jeered at his own impotence and indecision, he had involuntarily come to regard this  hideous  dream as an exploit to be attempted, although he still did not realise this himself. He was positively going now for a  rehearsal  of his project, and at every step his excitement grew more and more violent. Crime and Punishment 12 of 967With a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, he went up to a huge house which on one side looked on to the canal, and on the other into the street. This house waslet out in tiny tenements and was inhabited by working people of all kinds  tailors, locksmiths, cooks, Germans of sorts, girls picking up a living as best they could, petty clerks, etc. There was a continual coming and going through the twogates and in the two courtyards of the house. Three or four door-keepers were employed on the building. The young man was very glad to meet none of them, and atonce slipped unnoticed through the door on the right, and up the staircase. Itwas a back staircase, dark and narrow, but he was familiar with it already, andknew his way, and he liked all these surroundings: in such darkness even the most inquisitive eyes were not to be dreaded.  If I am so scared now, what would it be if it somehow came to pass that I were really going to do it?  he could not help asking himself as he reached the fourth storey. There his progress was barred by some porters who were engaged in moving furniture out of a flat. He knew that the flat had been occupied by a German clerk in the civil service, and his family. This German was moving out then, and sothe fourth floor on this staircase would be untenanted except by the old woman.  That  s a good Crime and Punishment 13 of 967thing anyway,  he thought to himself, as he rang the bell of the old woman  s flat. The bell gave a faint tinkle as though it were made of tin and not of copper. Thelittle flats in such houses always have bells that ring like that. He had forgotten the note of that bell, and now its peculiar tinkle seemed to remind him of  something and to bring it clearly before him  . He started, his nerves were terribly overstrained by now. In a little while, the door was opened a tiny crack: theold woman eyed her visitor with evident distrust through the crack, and nothingcould be seen but her little eyes, glittering in the darkness. But, seeing a number of people on the landing, she grew bolder, and opened the door wide. The young man stepped into the dark entry, which was partitioned off from the tiny kitchen. The old woman stood facing him in silence and looking inquiringly at him. She was a diminutive, withered up old woman of sixty, with sharp malignant eyes and a sharp little nose. Her colourless, somewhat grizzled hair was thickly smeared with oil, and she wore no kerchief over it. Round her thin long neck, which looked like a hen  s leg, was knotted some sort of flannel rag, and, in spite of theheat, there hung flapping on her shoulders, a mangy fur cape, yellow with age.The old woman coughed and groaned at every instant. The Crime and Punishment 14of 967young man must have looked at her with a rather peculiar expression, for a gleamof mistrust came into her eyes again.  Raskolnikov, a student, I came here a month ago,  the young man made haste to mutter, with a half bow, remembering that he ought to be more polite.  I remember, my good sir, I remember quite well your coming here,  the old woman said distinctly, still keeping her inquiring eyes on his face.  And here  I am again on the same errand,  Raskolnikov continued, a little disconcerted and surprised at the old woman  s mistrust.  Perhaps she is always like that though, only I did not notice it the other time,  he thought with an uneasy feeling.The old woman paused, as though hesitating; then stepped on one side, and pointing to the door of the room, she said, letting her visitor pass in front of her:  Step in, my good sir.   The little room into which the young man walked, with yellow paper on the walls,geraniums and muslin curtains in the windows, was brightly lighted up at that moment by the setting sun.  So the sun will shine like this then too!  flashed as it were by chance through Raskolnikov  s mind, and with a Crime and Punishment 15 of 967rapid glance he scanned everything in the room, trying as far as possible to notice and remember its arrangement. But there was nothing special in the room. Thefurniture, all very old and of yellow wood, consisted of a sofa with a huge bent wooden back, an oval table in front of the sofa, a dressing-table with a looking-glass fixed on it between the windows, chairs along the walls and two or three half-penny prints in yellow frames, representing German damsels with birds intheir hands  that was all. In the corner a light was burning before a small ikon. Everything was very clean; the floor and the furniture were brightly polished; everything shone.  Lizaveta  s work,  thought the young man. There was not a speck of dust to be seen inthe whole flat.  It  s in the houses of spiteful old widows that one finds such cleanliness,  Raskolnikov thought again, and he stole a curious glance at the cotton curtain over the door leading into another tiny room, in which stood the old woman  s bed and chest of drawers and into which he had never looked before. These two rooms made up thewhole flat.  What do you want?  the old woman said severely, coming into the room and, as before, standing in front of him so as to look him straight in the face.Crime and Punishment 16 of 967  I  ve brought something to pawn here,  and he drew out of his pocket an old-fashionedflat silver watch, on the back of which was engraved a globe; the chain was of steel.  But the time is up for your last pledge. The month was up the day before yesterday.     I will bring you the interest for another month; wait a little.     But that  s for me to do as I please, my good sir, to wait or to sell your pledge atonce.     How much will you give me for the watch, Alyona Ivanovna?     You come with such trifles, my good sir, it  s scarcely worth anything. I gave you t
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