Kitap · Crime and Punishment
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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky
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He had not reckoned on having trinkets to hide. He had only
thought of money, and so had not prepared a hiding-place.
"But now, now, what am I glad of?" he thought, "Is that hiding
things? My reason's deserting me--simply!"
He sat down on the sofa in exhaustion and was at once shaken by
another unbearable fit of shivering. Mechanically he drew from a
chair beside him his old student's winter coat, which was still
warm though almost in rags, covered himself up with it and once
more sank into drowsiness and delirium. He lost consciousness.
Not more than five minutes had passed when he jumped up a second
time, and at once pounced in a frenzy on his clothes again.
"How could I go to sleep again with nothing done? Yes, yes; I
have not taken the loop off the armhole! I forgot it, forgot a
thing like that! Such a piece of evidence!"
He pulled off the noose, hurriedly cut it to pieces and threw the
bits among his linen under the pillow.
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