Kitap · Crime and Punishment
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Yazar: Fyodor Dostoevsky
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"Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the
police office? Where's the notice? Bah! I am mixing it up; that
was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now... now I have
been ill. But what did Zametov come for? Why did Razumihin bring
him?" he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again. "What
does it mean? Am I still in delirium, or is it real? I believe it
is real.... Ah, I remember; I must escape! Make haste to escape.
Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes... but where? And where are my
clothes? I've no boots. They've taken them away! They've hidden
them! I understand! Ah, here is my coat--they passed that over!
And here is money on the table, thank God! And here's the I O
U... I'll take the money and go and take another lodging. They
won't find me!... Yes, but the address bureau? They'll find me,
Razumihin will find me. Better escape altogether... far away...
to America, and let them do their worst! And take the I O U... it
would be of use there....
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