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Sometimes he stood still before a brightly painted summer villa

standing among green foliage, he gazed through the fence, he saw

in the distance smartly dressed women on the verandahs and

balconies, and children running in the gardens. The flowers

especially caught his attention; he gazed at them longer than at

anything. He was met, too, by luxurious carriages and by men and

women on horseback; he watched them with curious eyes and forgot

about them before they had vanished from his sight. Once he stood

still and counted his money; he found he had thirty copecks.

"Twenty to the policeman, three to Nastasya for the letter, so I

must have given forty-seven or fifty to the Marmeladovs

yesterday," he thought, reckoning it up for some unknown reason,

but he soon forgot with what object he had taken the money out of

his pocket. He recalled it on passing an eating-house or tavern,

and felt that he was hungry.... Going into the tavern he drank a

glass of vodka and ate a pie of some sort.