The landlady who provided him with the room and with dinner and service lived on the floor below, and every time he went out he was obliged to pass her kitchen, the door of which was always open.
And each time he passed, the young man had a sick, frightened feeling, which made him grimace and feel ashamed. He was hopelessly in debt to his landlady and was afraid of meeting her. This was not because he was cowardly and browbeaten, quite the contrary; but for some time past he had been in an overstrained irritable condition, verging on hypochondria. He had become so completely absorbed in himself and isolated from everyone else that he dreaded meeting not only his landlady, but anyone at all.
He was crushed by poverty, but even the anxieties of his position had recently ceased to weigh upon him. He had given up attending to matters of practical importance; he had lost all desire to do so.
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In fact, nothing that any landlady could do held any terror for him. But to be stopped on the stairs, to be forced to listen to her trivial, irrelevant gossip, to pestering demands for payment, threats and complaints, all the while racking his brains for excuses, avoiding the issue, lying--no, he would rather creep down the stairs like a cat and slip out unseen. However, when he emerged onto the street that evening, he became acutely aware of his fears. It would be interesting to know what it is people are most afraid of.
Crime and Punishment Part Two, Chapters Summary and Analysis | GradeSaver
Taking a new step, uttering a new word is what they fear most. But I am talking too much. It's because I babble that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I babble because I do nothing. I've learned to babble this last month, lying for days on end in my corner thinking. Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that seriously possible? I'm not serious about it at all. It's just a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything. The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the bustle, the plaster, the scaffolding, the bricks and the dust all around him, and that special Petersburg stench, so familiar to everyone who is unable to get out of town during the summer--all worked painfully upon the young man's already overwrought nerves.
The unbearable stench from the taverns, which are particularly numerous in that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met continually, although it was a weekday, completed the revolting misery of the picture. An expression of the deepest disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man's refined face. He was, by the way, exceptionally handsome, above average in height, slim, well-built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown hair. Soon, though, he sank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of mind; he walked along not observing what was around him and not caring to observe it.
From time to time, because he used to talk to himself, he would mutter something, a habit to which he had just confessed. At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle and that he was very weak; for two days he had had almost nothing to eat. He was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been ashamed to be seen in the street in such rags.
In that part of town, however, scarcely any shortcoming in dress would have created surprise. Due to the proximity of the Haymarket, the number of establishments of a certain kind and the overwhelming numbers of craftsmen and workers crowded in these streets and alleys at the center of Petersburg, so many different types of people were to be seen in the streets that no figure, however strange, would have caused surprise.
Part II: Chapters I–IV
He carefully explains that he had just counted the money and one of the notes is now missing. He accuses Sonya of black ingratitude and demands that she return the money. Sonya denies the charge, and Katerina immediately comes to her defense. Luzhin threatens to send for the police, but tells Sonya that if she will return the note, he will forget everything. Katerina then becomes enraged and screams for someone to search her.
As Katerina begins frantically to turn Sonya's pockets inside out, a hundred ruble note falls out of one of the pockets. Sonya still denies the theft, and the landlady orders them from the house.
CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Lebezyatnikov steps forward and accuses Luzhin of being a vile, evil person. He tells how he saw Luzhin slip the hundred-ruble note into Sonya's pocket while she was standing in his room, amazed at the fact that he had given her ten rubles. Luzhin denies the accusation, and Lebezyatnikov is at a loss to explain why Luzhin acted as he did. At this moment, Raskolnikov steps forward and explains how Luzhin was rejected by his sister and he tried to alienate him from his family by implicating Sonya.
At this time, Luzhin leaves as quickly as possible, but someone throws a glass at him. The glass misses Luzhin, but it hits the landlady who in turn orders Katrina out of the house. Sonya could endure no more and "she gave way to hysteria" and hurried home. Raskolnikov follows her wondering what she can say now about her predicament.
From the wild, frantic scene in Chapter 2, we move to a quieter but more intense chapter where we see Luzhin's attempt to frame Sonya. His elaborate preparations to prove her to be a thief indicate his desperation, his vileness, and his amoral stance. His attempt to disgrace her is only so as to cast aspersion upon Raskolnikov, thereby hoping to prove to Dunya that he was right in his judgment about Raskolnikov's relationship to Sonya.
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