boots. you can see that they're used,
but they will be good. Made abroad,
secretary of english embassy last week offered them for sale.
He needed money badly.
Successful?
Maybe it's not right size?
Not right size?
What's this?
I went with example.
Exact size.
We had a quarrel with housekeeper on accout of laundry.
Shirts are linen yet stylish.
So, that is, ruble sixty for hat, two rubles twenty five for other clothes...
three rubles five...and ruble fifty for boots
because they're really good..yes, all laundry for five rubles,
nine rubles fifty five; forty five kopeck remain in coppers.
Zosimov, at last.
Pulse is good.
Head is still aching?
I'm fine. Totally fine.
Very good...
everything's properly.
What are we allowed to give him?
All is allowed. Soup, tee....
mushrooms, cucumbers, of course, are forbidden, and beef, also, is not recommended.
Why speak more? Mixture away, all aside.
I'll come by tomorrow and have a look.
Today i'm throwing a bread-and-salt party,
i've moved to your neighborhood.
Maybe,
if there's something to do, then later.
What have you made there?
Nothing special. Tee, vodka, ???, pie will be served, our own people around.
Who will be there?
Students, teacher, some official. Porfiry Petrovich will come.
Local investigator. Lawyer, you know.
He's a relative of yours, isn't he?
Some very distant.
And some musician, also, officer...Zametov.
Zametov?
If you want to know, we have some mutual business.
It's good to know.
Due to maler, that is, decorator. We will get him out.
Did i not tell? About old lady's murder?
Pawnbroker's, you know?
I, bro, knew it before you and read in papers and i'm even taking
interest in it.
Lizaveta was also killed.
Lizaveta?
Dealer. Don't you know? She came here downstairs,
she even mended your shirt.
And what this decorator?
He is suspected as a murderer, too.
Are there any leads?
What, by devil, leads?
?????????
Rodya, you must know. That happened before your illness,
just before you fainted in office when they talked about it.
You know what, Razumihin?
I'm looking at you what a brisk man you are.
Hear out the story!
Exactly on the tirhd day after murder, in the morning, when they still wet-nursed
Koch and Pestrikov, unanticipated fact becomes known:
some peasant, Dushkin, owner of a pub across the street,
shows up at the office and brings an encasement with golden earrings.
Mikolai brought it. Worker. Decorator.
So...where did he get it? Did he say?
I asked. Said that...
picked up from the sidewalk.
I didn't ask more.
I gave him a ticket, one ruble, that is.
He's lying, of course. Like a horse, i know him.
He's a pawnbroker himself and hides stolen goods.
So, mister Dushkin, hearing about murder on the other day,
went to that same house...
Mikolai went boozing. Came back drunk at dawn and, shortly after, left again.
Where to?
I myself woud like to know.
It's really interesting for me to finish work alone.
This morning...
Mikolai comes to me.
Have you seen Mitri lately?
No. Haven't seen.
Where did you sleep at night?
On the sands. At ????.
Have you heard, Mikolai, what happened in that house?
Where you and Mitri were working.
On that very same night when you brought me earrings.
No.
I tell him and look, but he takes his hat and starts getting up.
Wait, Mikolai. Won't you have a drink?
There i decided,
because his sin...
They, doubtless, started searching for Mikolka, and suddenly
on the same day he is brought to police by some men from inn.
He came there, took off his silver crucifix, and asked for this crucifix a shot of spirits.
They gave him. After coule of minutes some woman went to shed.
Where did you get earrings?
Found on the sidewalk.
And why did you flee from pub?
I got really frigthtened then.
Of what?
What if i'm punished?
How could you get frightended, if you feel yourself innocent?
Let's say, you're telling the truth
but why did you want to hang yourself?
Out of