〃Just　come　to；〃　echoed　the　man　again；　with　a　smile。
  〃And　who　are　you？〃　Razumihin　asked；　suddenly　addressing　him。　〃My
  name　is　Vrazumihin；　at　your　service；　not　Razumihin；　as　I　am　always
  called；　but　Vrazumihin；　a　student　and　gentleman；　and　he　is　my
  friend。　And　who　are　you？〃
  〃I　am　the　messenger　from　our　office；　from　the　merchant　Shelopaev；
  and　I've　come　on　business。〃
  〃Please　sit　down。〃　Razumihin　seated　himself　on　the　other　side　of　the
  table。　〃It's　a　good　thing　you've　come　to；　brother；〃　he　went　on　to
  Raskolnikov。　〃For　the　last　four　days　you　have　scarcely　eaten　or
  drunk　anything。　We　had　to　give　you　tea　in　spoonfuls。　I　brought
  Zossimov　to　see　you　twice。　You　remember　Zossimov？　He　examined　you
  carefully　and　said　at　once　it　was　nothing　serious…　something　seemed　to
  have　gone　to　your　head。　Some　nervous　nonsense；　the　result　of　bad
  feeding；　he　says　you　have　not　had　enough　beer　and　radish；　but　it's
  nothing　much；　it　will　pass　and　you　will　be　all　right。　Zossimov　is　a
  first…rate　fellow！　He　is　making　quite　a　name。　Come；　I　won't　keep　you；〃
  he　said；　addressing　the　man　again。　〃Will　you　explain　what　you　want？
  You　must　know；　Rodya；　this　is　the　second　time　they　have　sent　from
  the　office；　but　it　was　another　man　last　time；　and　I　talked　to　him。　Who
  was　it　came　before？〃
  〃That　was　the　day　before　yesterday；　I　venture　to　say；　if　you　please；
  sir。　That　was　Alexey　Semyonovitch；　he　is　in　our　office；　too。〃
  〃He　was　more　intelligent　than　you；　don't　you　think　so？〃
  〃Yes；　indeed；　sir；　he　is　of　more　weight　than　I　am。〃
  〃Quite　so；　go　on。〃
  〃At　your　mamma's　request；　through　Afanasy　Ivanovitch　Vahrushin；　of
  whom　I　presume　you　have　heard　more　than　once；　a　remittance　is　sent
  to　you　from　our　office；〃　the　man　began；　addressing　Raskolnikov。　〃If
  you　are　in　an　intelligible　condition；　I've　thirty…five　roubles　to
  remit　to　you；　as　Semyon　Semyonovitch　has　received　from　Afanasy
  Ivanovitch　at　your　mamma's　request　instructions　to　that　effect；　as
  on　previous　occasions。　Do　you　know　him；　sir？〃
  〃Yes；　I　remember。。。　Vahrushin；〃　Raskolnikov　said　dreamily。
  〃You　hear；　he　knows　Vahrushin；〃　cried　Razumihin。　〃He　is　in　'an
  intelligible　condition'！　And　I　see　you　are　an　intelligent　man　too。
  Well；　it's　always　pleasant　to　hear　words　of　wisdom。〃
  〃That's　the　gentleman；　Vahrushin；　Afanasy　Ivanovitch。　And　at　the
  request　of　your　mamma；　who　has　sent　you　a　remittance　once　before　in
  the　same　manner　through　him；　he　did　not　refuse　this　time　also；　and
  sent　instructions　to　Semyon　Semyonovitch　some　days　since　to　hand　you
  thirty…five　roubles　in　the　hope　of　better　to　come。〃
  〃That　'hoping　for　better　to　come'　is　the　best　thing　you've　said；
  though　'your　mamma'　is　not　bad　either。　Come　then；　what　do　you　say？
  Is　he　fully　conscious；　eh？〃
  〃That's　all　right。　If　only　he　can　sign　this　little　paper。〃
  〃He　can　scrawl　his　name。　Have　you　got　the　book？〃
  〃Yes；　here's　the　book。〃
  〃Give　it　to　me。　Here；　Rodya；　sit　up。　I'll　hold　you。　Take　the　pen　and
  scribble　'Raskolnikov'　for　him。　For　just　now；　brother；　money　is
  sweeter　to　us　than　treacle。〃
  〃I　don't　want　it；〃　said　Raskolnikov；　pushing　away　the　pen。
  〃Not　want　it？〃
  〃I　won't　sign　it。〃
  〃How　the　devil　can　you　do　without　signing　it？〃
  〃I　don't　want。。。　the　money。〃
  〃Don't　want　the　money！　Come；　brother；　that's　nonsense；　I　bear
  witness。　Don't　trouble；　please；　it's　only　that　he　is　on　his　travels
  again。　But　that's　pretty　common　with　him　at　all　times　though。。。。　You
  are　a　man　of　judgment　and　we　will　take　him　in　hand；　that　is；　more
  simply；　take　his　hand　and　he　will　sign　it。　Here。〃
  〃But　I　can　come　another　time。〃
  〃No；　no。　Why　should　we　trouble　you？　You　are　a　man　of　judgment。。。。
  Now；　Rodya；　don't　keep　your　visitor；　you　see　he　is　waiting；〃　and　he
  made　ready　to　hold　Raskolnikov's　hand　in　earnest。
  〃Stop；　I'll　do　it　alone；〃　said　the　latter；　taking　the　pen　and
  signing　his　name。
  The　messenger　took　out　the　money　and　went　away。
  〃Bravo！　And　now；　brother；　are　you　hungry？〃
  〃Yes；〃　answered　Raskolnikov。
  〃Is　there　any　soup？〃
  〃Some　of　yesterday's；〃　answered　Nastasya；　who　was　still　standing
  there。
  〃With　potatoes　and　rice　in　it？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃I　know　it　by　heart。　Bring　soup　and　give　us　some　tea。〃
  〃Very　well。〃
  Raskolnikov　looked　at　all　this　with　profound　astonishment　and　a
  dull；　unreasoning　terror。　He　made　up　his　mind　to　keep　quiet　and　see
  what　would　happen。　〃I　believe　I　am　not　wandering。　I　believe　it's
  reality；〃　he　thought。
  In　a　couple　of　minutes　Nastasya　returned　with　the　soup；　and
  announced　that　the　tea　would　be　ready　directly。　With　the　soup　she
  brought　two　spoons；　two　plates；　salt；　pepper；　mustard　for　the　beef；
  and　so　on。　The　table　was　set　as　it　had　not　been　for　a　long　time。　The
  cloth　was　clean。
  〃It　would　not　be　amiss；　Nastasya；　if　Praskovya　Pavlovna　were　to　send
  us　up　a　couple　of　bottles　of　beer。　We　could　empty　them。〃
  〃Well；　you　are　a　cool　hand；〃　muttered　Nastasya；　and　she　departed
  to　carry　out　his　orders。
  Raskolnikov　still　gazed　wildly　with　strained　attention。　Meanwhile
  Razumihin　sat　down　on　the　sofa　beside　him；　as　clumsily　as　a　bear　put
  his　left　arm　round　Raskolnikov's　head；　although　he　was　able　to　sit　up；
  and　with　his　right　hand　gave　him　a　spoonful　of　soup；　blowing　on　it
  that　it　might　not　burn　him。　But　the　soup　was　only　just　warm。
  Raskolnikov　swallowed　one　spoonful　greedily；　then　a　second；　then　a
  third。　But　after　giving　him　a　few　more　spoonfuls　of　soup；　Razumihin
  suddenly　stopped；　and　said　that　he　must　ask　Zossimov　whether　he
  ought　to　have　more。
  Nastasya　came　in　with　two　bottles　of　beer。
  〃And　will　you　have　tea？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Cut　along；　Nastasya；　and　bring　some　tea；　for　tea　we　may　venture
  on　without　the　faculty。　But　here　is　the　beer！〃　He　moved　back　to　his
  chair；　pulled　the　soup　and　meat　in　front　of　him；　and　began　eating　as
  though　he　had　not　touched　food　for　three　days。
  〃I　must　tell　you；　Rodya；　I　dine　like　this　here　every　day　now；〃　he
  mumbled　with　his　mouth　full　of　beef；　〃and　it's　all　Pashenka；　your　dear
  little　landlady；　who　sees　to　that；　she　loves　to　do　anything　for　me。
  I　don't　ask　for　it；　but；　of　course；　I　don't　object。　And　here's
  Nastasya　with　the　tea。　She　is　a　quick　girl。　Nastasya；　my　dear；　won't
  you　have　some　beer？〃
  〃Get　along　with　your　nonsense！〃
  〃A　cup　of　tea；　then？〃
  〃A　cup　of　tea；　maybe。〃
  〃Pour　it　out。　Stay；　I'll　pour　it　out　myself。　Sit　down。〃
  He　poured　out　two　cups；　left　his　dinner；　and　sat　on　the　sofa
  again。　As　before；　he　put　his　left　arm　round　the　sick　man's　head；
  raised　him　up　and　gave　him　tea　in　spoonfuls；　again　blowing　each
  spoonful　steadily　and　earnestly；　a