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CRIME AND PUNISHMENT | Fyodor Dostoyevsky-89
"No!" "You'll come again?" "Yes... I'll come." "Rodya, don't be angry, I don't dare to question you. I know I mustn't. Only say two words to me—is it far where you are going?" "Very far." "What is awaiting you there? Some post or career for you?" "What God sends... only pray for me." Raskolnikov went to the door, but she clutched him and gazed despairingly into his eyes. Her face worked with terror. "Enough, mother," said Raskolnikov, deeply regretting that he had come. "Not for ever, it's not yet for ever? You'll come, you'll come to-morrow?" "I will, I will, good-bye." He tore himself away at last. It was a warm, fresh, bright evening; it had cleared up in the morning. Raskolnikov went to his lodgings; he made haste. He wanted to finish all before sunset. He did not want to mee
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