%22No, no,%22 Pulcheria Alexandrovna hurriedly interrupted, %22you thought I was going to cross%2Dquestion you in the womanish way I used to%3B don%27t be anxious, I understand, I understand it all%3A now I%27ve learned the ways here an truly I see for myself that they are better%2E I%27ve made up my mind once for all%3A how could I understand your plans and expect you to give an account of them%3F God knows what concerns and plans you may have, or what ideas you are hatching%3B so it%27s not for me to keep nudging your elbow, asking you what you are thinking about%2E But, my goodness%21 why am I running to and fro as though I were crazy%3A%3F I am reading your article in the magazine for the third time, Rodya%2E Dmitri Prokofitch brought it to me%2E Directly I saw it I cried out to myself, there, foolish one, I thought, that%27s what he is busy about%3B that%27s the solution of the mystery%21 Learned people are always like that%2E He may have some new ideas in his head just now%3B he is thinking them over and I worry him and upset him%2E I read it, my dear, and of course there was a great deal I did not understand%3B but that%27s only natural%2D how should I%3F%22
Der ideale Mensch für mich
%22Show me, mother%2E%22Raskolnikov took the magazine and glanced at his article%2E Incongruous as it was with his mood and his circumstances, he felt that strange and bitter sweet sensation that every author experiences the first time he sees himself in print%3B besides, he was only twenty%2Dthree%2E It lasted only a moment%2E After reading a few lines he frowned and his heart throbbed with anguish%2E He recalled all the inward conflict of the preceding months%2E He flung the article on the table with disgust and anger%2E
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