〃Yes；　yes；　better；〃　she　repeated　with　conviction；　〃when　you　go　to
  meet　your　suffering；　then　put　it　on。　You　will　come　to　me；　I'll　put
  it　on　you；　we　will　pray　and　go　together。〃
  At　that　moment　some　one　knocked　three　times　at　the　door。
  〃Sofya　Semyonovna；　may　I　come　in？〃　they　heard　in　a　very　familiar　and
  polite　voice。
  Sonia　rushed　to　the　door　in　a　fright。　The　flaxen　head　of　Mr。
  Lebeziatnikov　appeared　at　the　door。
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  LEBEZIATNIKOV　looked　perturbed。
  〃I've　come　to　you；　Sofya　Semyonovna；〃　he　began。　〃Excuse　me。。。　I
  thought　I　should　find　you；〃　he　said；　addressing　Raskolnikov
  suddenly；　〃that　is；　I　didn't　mean　anything。。。　of　that　sort。。。　But　I
  just　thought。。。　Katerina　Ivanovna　has　gone　out　of　her　mind；〃　he
  blurted　out　suddenly；　turning　from　Raskolnikov　to　Sonia。
  Sonia　screamed。
  〃At　least　it　seems　so。　But。。。　we　don't　know　what　to　do；　you　see！　She
  came　back…　she　seems　to　have　been　turned　out　somewhere；　perhaps
  beaten。。。。　So　it　seems　at　least；。。。　She　had　run　to　your　father's
  former　chief；　she　didn't　find　him　at　home：　he　was　dining　at　some　other
  general's。。。。　Only　fancy；　she　rushed　off　there；　to　the　other
  general's；　and；　imagine；　she　was　so　persistent　that　she　managed　to　get
  the　chief　to　see　her；　had　him　fetched　out　from　dinner；　it　seems。　You
  can　imagine　what　happened。　She　was　turned　out；　of　course；　but；
  according　to　her　own　story；　she　abused　him　and　threw　something　at　him。
  One　may　well　believe　it。。。。　How　it　is　she　wasn't　taken　up；　I　can't
  understand！　Now　she　is　telling　every　one；　including　Amalia　Ivanovna；
  but　it's　difficult　to　understand　her；　she　is　screaming　and　flinging
  herself　about。。。。　Oh　yes；　she　shouts　that　since　every　one　has
  abandoned　her；　she　will　take　the　children　and　go　into　the　street
  with　a　barrel…organ；　and　the　children　will　sing　and　dance；　and　she
  too；　and　collect　money；　and　will　go　every　day　under　the　general's
  window。。。　'to　let　every　one　see　well…born　children；　whose　father　was
  an　official；　begging　in　the　street。'　She　keeps　beating　the　children
  and　they　are　all　crying。　She　is　teaching　Lida　to　sing　'My　Village；'
  the　boy　to　dance；　Polenka　the　same。　She　is　tearing　up　all　the　clothes；
  and　making　them　little　caps　like　actors；　she　means　to　carry　a　tin
  basin　and　make　it　tinkle；　instead　of　music。。。。　She　won't　listen　to
  anything。。。。　Imagine　the　state　of　things！　It's　beyond　anything！〃
  Lebeziatnikov　would　have　gone　on；　but　Sonia；　who　had　heard　him
  almost　breathless；　snatched　up　her　cloak　and　hat；　and　ran　out　of　the
  room；　putting　on　her　things　as　she　went。　Raskolnikov　followed　her
  and　Lebeziatnikov　came　after　him。
  〃She　has　certainly　gone　mad！〃　he　said　to　Raskolnikov；　as　they　went
  out　into　the　street。　〃I　didn't　want　to　frighten　Sofya　Semyonovna；　so　I
  said　'it　seemed　like　it；'　but　there　isn't　a　doubt　of　it。　They　say　that
  in　consumption；　the　tubercles　sometimes　occur　in　the　brain；　it's　a
  pity　I　know　nothing　of　medicine。　I　did　try　to　persuade　her；　but　she
  wouldn't　listen。〃
  〃Did　you　talk　to　her　about　the　tubercles？〃
  〃Not　precisely　of　the　tubercles。　Besides；　she　wouldn't　have
  understood！　But　what　I　say　is；　that　if　you　convince　a　person　logically
  that　he　has　nothing　to　cry　about；　he'll　stop　crying。　That's　clear。
  Is　it　your　conviction　that　he　won't？〃
  〃Life　would　be　too　easy　if　it　were　so；〃　answered　Raskolnikov。
  〃Excuse　me；　excuse　me；　of　course　it　would　be　rather　difficult　for
  Katerina　Ivanovna　to　understand；　but　do　you　know　that　in　Paris　they
  have　been　conducting　serious　experiments　as　to　the　possibility　of
  curing　the　insane；　simply　by　logical　argument？　One　professor　there；
  a　scientific　man　of　standing；　lately　dead；　believed　in　the　possibility
  of　such　treatment。　His　idea　was　that　there's　nothing　really　wrong　with
  the　physical　organism　of　the　insane；　and　that　insanity　is；　so　to
  say；　a　logical　mistake；　an　error　of　judgment；　an　incorrect　view　of
  things。　He　gradually　showed　the　madman　his　error　and；　would　you
  believe　it；　they　say　he　was　successful？　But　as　he　made　use　of
  douches　too；　how　far　success　was　due　to　that　treatment　remains
  uncertain。。。。　So　it　seems　at　least。〃
  Raskolnikov　had　long　ceased　to　listen。　Reaching　the　house　where　he
  lived；　he　nodded　to　Lebeziatnikov　and　went　in　at　the　gate。
  Lebeziatnikov　woke　up　with　a　start；　looked　about　him　and　hurried　on。
  Raskolnikov　went　into　his　little　room　and　stood　still　in　the
  middle　of　it。　Why　had　he　come　back　here？　He　looked　at　the　yellow　and
  tattered　paper；　at　the　dust；　at　his　sofa。。。。　From　the　yard　came　a　loud
  continuous　knocking；　some　one　seemed　to　be　hammering。。。　He　went　to　the
  window；　rose　on　tiptoe　and　looked　out　into　the　yard　for　a　long　time
  with　an　air　of　absorbed　attention。　But　the　yard　was　empty　and　he　could
  not　see　who　was　hammering。　In　the　house　on　the　left　he　saw　some　open
  windows；　on　the　window…sills　were　pots　of　sickly…looking　geraniums。
  Linen　was　hung　out　of　the　windows。。。　He　knew　it　all　by　heart。　He
  turned　away　and　sat　down　on　the　sofa。
  Never；　never　had　he　felt　himself　so　fearfully　alone！
  Yes；　he　felt　once　more　that　he　would　perhaps　come　to　hate　Sonia；　now
  that　he　had　made　her　more　miserable。
  〃Why　had　he　gone　to　her　to　beg　for　her　tears？　What　need　had　he　to
  poison　her　life？　Oh；　the　meanness　of　it！〃
  〃I　will　remain　alone；〃　he　said　resolutely；　〃and　she　shall　not　come
  to　the　prison！〃
  Five　minutes　later　he　raised　his　head　with　a　strange　smile。　That　was
  a　strange　thought。
  〃Perhaps　it　really　would　be　better　in　Siberia；〃　he　thought　suddenly。
  He　could　not　have　said　how　long　he　sat　there　with　vague　thoughts
  surging　through　his　mind。　All　at　once　the　door　opened　and　Dounia
  came　in。　At　first　she　stood　still　and　looked　at　him　from　the
  doorway；　just　as　he　had　done　at　Sonia；　then　she　came　in　and　sat　down
  in　the　same　place　as　yesterday；　on　the　chair　facing　him。　He　looked
  silently　and　almost　vacantly　at　her。
  〃Don't　be　angry；　brother；　I've　only　come　for　one　minute；〃　said
  Dounia。
  Her　face　looked　thoughtful　but　not　stern。　Her　eyes　were　bright　and
  soft。　He　saw　that　she　too　had　come　to　him　with　love。
  〃Brother；　now　I　know　all；　all。　Dmitri　Prokofitch　has　explained　and
  told　me　everything。　They　are　worrying　and　persecuting　you　through　a
  stupid　and　contemptible　suspicion。。。。　Dmitri　Prokofitch　told　me　that
  there　is　no　danger；　and　that　you　are　wrong　in　looking　upon　it　with
  such　horror。　I　don't　think　so；　and　I　fully　understand　how　indignant
  you　must　be；　and　that　that　indignation　may　have　a　permanent　effect
  on　you。　That's　what　I　am　afraid　of。　As　for　your　cutting　yourself　off
  from　us；　I　don't　judge　you；　I　don't　venture　to　judge　you；　and
  forgive　me　for　having　blamed　you　for　it。　I　feel　that　I　too；　if　I　had
  so　great　a　trouble；　should　keep　away　from　every　one。　I　shall　tell
  mother　nothing　of　this；　but　I　shall　talk　about　you　continually　and
  shall　tell　her　from　you　that　you　will　come　very　soon。　Don't　worry
  about　her；　I　will　set　her　mind　at　rest；　but　don't　you　try　her　too
  much…　come　once　at　least；　remember　that　she　is　your　mother。　And　now
  I　have　come　simply　to　say〃　（Dounia　began　to　get　up）　〃that　if　you
  should　need　me　or　should　need。。。　all　my　life　or　anything。。。　call　me；
  and　I'll　come。　Good…bye！〃
  She　turned　abruptly　and　went