rest　may　remain　chaste；　and　not　be　interfered　with。　A　percentage！　What
  splendid　words　they　have；　they　are　so　scientific；　so　consolatory。。。。
  Once　you've　said　'percentage；'　there's　nothing　more　to　worry　about。　If
  we　had　any　other　word。。。　maybe　we　might　feel　more　uneasy。。。。　But
  what　if　Dounia　were　one　of　the　percentage！　Of　another　one　if　not
  that　one？
  〃But　where　am　I　going？〃　he　thought　suddenly。　〃Strange；　I　came　out
  for　something。　As　soon　as　I　had　read　the　letter　I　came　out。。。。　I　was
  going　to　Vassilyevsky　Ostrov；　to　Razumihin。　That's　what　it　was。。。
  now　I　remember。　What　for；　though？　And　what　put　the　idea　of　going　to
  Razumihin　into　my　head　just　now？　That's　curious。〃
  He　wondered　at　himself。　Razumihin　was　one　of　his　old　comrades　at　the
  university。　It　was　remarkable　that　Raskolnikov　had　hardly　any
  friends　at　the　university；　he　kept　aloof　from　every　one；　went　to　see
  no　one；　and　did　not　welcome　any　one　who　came　to　see　him；　and　indeed
  every　one　soon　gave　him　up。　He　took　no　part　in　the　students'
  gatherings；　amusements　or　conversations。　He　worked　with　great
  intensity　without　sparing　himself；　and　he　was　respected　for　this；
  but　no　one　liked　him。　He　was　very　poor；　and　there　was　a　sort　of
  haughty　pride　and　reserve　about　him；　as　though　he　were　keeping
  something　to　himself。　He　seemed　to　some　of　his　comrades　to　look　down
  upon　them　all　as　children；　as　though　he　were　superior　in
  development；　knowledge　and　convictions；　as　though　their　beliefs　and
  interests　were　beneath　him。
  With　Razumihin　he　had　got　on；　or；　at　least；　he　was　more　unreserved
  and　communicative　with　him。　Indeed　it　was　impossible　to　be　on　any
  other　terms　with　Razumihin。　He　was　an　exceptionally　good…humoured
  and　candid　youth；　good…natured　to　the　point　of　simplicity；　though　both
  depth　and　dignity　lay　concealed　under　that　simplicity。　The　better　of
  his　comrades　understood　this；　and　all　were　fond　of　him。　He　was
  extremely　intelligent；　though　he　was　certainly　rather　a　simpleton　at
  times。　He　was　of　striking　appearance…　tall；　thin；　blackhaired　and
  always　badly　shaved。　He　was　sometimes　uproarious　and　was　reputed　to　be
  of　great　physical　strength。　One　night；　when　out　in　a　festive
  company；　he　had　with　one　blow　laid　a　gigantic　policeman　on　his　back。
  There　was　no　limit　to　his　drinking　powers；　but　he　could　abstain　from
  drink　altogether；　he　sometimes　went　too　far　in　his　pranks；　but　he
  could　do　without　pranks　altogether。　Another　thing　striking　about
  Razumihin；　no　failure　distressed　him；　and　it　seemed　as　though　no
  unfavourable　circumstances　could　crush　him。　He　could　lodge　anywhere；
  and　bear　the　extremes　of　cold　and　hunger。　He　was　very　poor；　and　kept
  himself　entirely　on　what　he　could　earn　by　work　of　one　sort　or　another。
  He　knew　of　no　end　of　resources　by　which　to　earn　money。　He　spent　one
  whole　winter　without　lighting　his　stove；　and　used　to　declare　that　he
  liked　it　better；　because　one　slept　more　soundly　in　the　cold。　For　the
  present　he；　too；　had　been　obliged　to　give　up　the　university；　but　it
  was　only　for　a　time；　and　he　was　working　with　all　his　might　to　save
  enough　to　return　to　his　studies　again。　Raskolnikov　had　not　been　to　see
  him　for　the　last　four　months；　and　Razumihin　did　not　even　know　his
  address。　About　two　months　before；　they　had　met　in　the　street；　but
  Raskolnikov　had　turned　away　and　even　crossed　to　the　other　side　that　he
  might　not　be　observed。　And　though　Razumihin　noticed　him；　he　passed　him
  by；　as　he　did　not　want　to　annoy　him。
  Chapter　Five
  〃OF　COURSE；　I've　been　meaning　lately　to　go　to　Razumihin's　to　ask　for
  work；　to　ask　him　to　get　me　lessons　or　something。。。〃　Raskolnikov
  thought；　〃but　what　help　can　he　be　to　me　now？　Suppose　he　gets　me
  lessons；　suppose　he　shares　his　last　farthing　with　me；　if　he　has　any
  farthings；　so　that　I　could　get　some　boots　and　make　myself　tidy
  enough　to　give　lessons。。。　hm。。。　Well　and　what　then？　What　shall　I　do
  with　the　few　coppers　I　earn？　That's　not　what　I　want　now。　It's　really
  absurd　for　me　to　go　to　Razumihin。。。。〃
  The　question　why　he　was　now　going　to　Razumihin　agitated　him　even
  more　than　he　was　himself　aware；　he　kept　uneasily　seeking　for　some
  sinister　significance　in　this　apparently　ordinary　action。
  〃Could　I　have　expected　to　set　it　all　straight　and　to　find　a　way
  out　by　means　of　Razumihin　alone？〃　he　asked　himself　in　perplexity。
  He　pondered　and　rubbed　his　forehead；　and；　strange　to　say；　after　long
  musing；　suddenly；　as　if　it　were　spontaneously　and　by　chance；　a
  fantastic　thought　came　into　his　head。
  〃Hm。。。　to　Razumihin's；〃　he　said　all　at　once；　calmly；　as　though　he
  had　reached　a　final　determination。　〃I　shall　go　to　Razumihin's　of
  course；　but。。。　not　now。　I　shall　go　to　him。。。　on　the　next　day　after　It；
  when　It　will　be　over　and　everything　will　begin　afresh。。。。〃
  And　suddenly　he　realised　what　he　was　thinking。
  〃After　It；〃　he　shouted；　jumping　up　from　the　seat；　〃but　is　It
  really　going　to　happen？　Is　it　possible　it　really　will　happen？〃　He　left
  the　seat；　and　went　off　almost　at　a　run；　he　meant　to　turn　back；
  homewards；　but　the　thought　of　going　home　suddenly　filled　him　with
  intense　loathing；　in　that　hole；　in　that　awful　little　cupboard　of
  his；　all　this　had　for　a　month　past　been　growing　up　in　him；　and　he
  walked　on　at　random。
  His　nervous　shudder　had　passed　into　a　fever　that　made　him　feel
  shivering；　in　spite　of　the　heat　he　felt　cold。　With　a　kind　of　effort　he
  began　almost　unconsciously；　from　some　inner　craving；　to　stare　at　all
  the　objects　before　him；　as　though　looking　for　something　to　distract
  his　attention；　but　he　did　not　succeed；　and　kept　dropping　every
  moment　into　brooding。　When　with　a　start　he　lifted　his　head　again　and
  looked　around；　he　forgot　at　once　what　he　had　just　been　thinking
  about　and　even　where　he　was　going。　In　this　way　he　walked　right
  across　Vassilyevsky　Ostrov；　came　out　on　to　the　Lesser　Neva；　crossed
  the　bridge　and　turned　towards　the　islands。　The　greenness　and　freshness
  were　at　first　restful　to　his　weary　eyes　after　the　dust　of　the　town　and
  the　huge　houses　that　hemmed　him　in　and　weighed　upon　him。　Here　there
  were　no　taverns；　no　stifling　closeness；　no　stench。　But　soon　these
  new　pleasant　sensations　passed　into　morbid　irritability。　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。　He　finished　eating　it　as　he
  walked　away。　It　was　a　long　while　since　he　had　taken　vodka　and　it　had
  an　effect　upon　him　at　once；　though　he　only　drank　a　wine…glassful。
  His　legs　felt　suddenly　heavy　and　a　great　drowsiness　came　upon　him。
  He　turned　homewards；　but　reaching　Petrovsky　Ostrov　he　stopped
  completely　exhausted；　turned　off　the　road　into　the　bushes；　sank　down
  upon　the　grass　and　instantly　fell　asleep。
  In　a　morbid　condition　of　the　b