thoughts.
What thoughts?
That i will be punished.
He was pressed and pressed, squeezed and finaly he confessed himself.
He didn't find earrings on the sidewalk, rather in the flat
where he and Mitri were decorating.
We painted whole day until eight o'clock
and prepared to leave.
But Mitry took a brush and painted my face.
And ran out to the yard...but i grabbed him by the hair
and started to hit.
And he, too, grabbed me by the hair and, also, started to hit me.
Abandoning body and the flat unlocked, knowing that people have just passed by there
they're wallowing on the groud like kids and drawing attention to themselves.
Wait. But earrings?
Earrings?
Then Mitjka made himself free and ran on the street.
And i ran after him. Didn't catch him and returned alone to the appartment.
And there behind door by the wall run across this box.
I see...it just lies wrapped in paper.
Behind door?
It was lying behind door? Behind door?
What wrong with you, Rodya?
Nothing.
Must have dozed off. Sleepy.
All this is curious.
What's there curious? All is clear.
Real murderer dropped these earrings. When Koch lost his head and ran down,
he also ran down because there was no other way out.
Exactly then decorators ran out, killer hid himself, stood behind the door
until those and janitor went by, waited and quietly walked down.
And in that exact minute when Mitri and Mikolai ran out on the street,
there was nobody there.
Cunning. You know, bro, that's even too cunning.
Why?
Because everything happened too happily.
Just like in theatre.
Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov?
Mister student or former student?
He is Raskolnikov.
Yes. I'm Raskolnikov. What's your business?
Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin.
I hope my name is not totally unknown to you.
How come? Do you really still haven't received no news?
Your mommy...
Your mommy, when i was still with them, wrote you a letter.
I know, i know...
Suitor. And that's enough.
I feel sorry for your ailiness.
I'd come by earlier, had i known.
Well, worries, you know...
important business on accout of my lawers practice in the senate...
And, furthermore, i'm expecting your mommy and sister every minute now...
I've found apartment for the first days...
Where?
Quite near from here. House of Bakaleyev.
Rented rooms? i've been there.
Ugly and awful. Dirty and bad smelling.
And suspicious place. Things have happened there.
Hell knows who's living there.
Cheap, at any rate.
I, of course, couldn't collect such testimony..yet
quite clean rooms, by the way, and since it's for a short time...
I've already found real...i mean, our future appartment
and now it is being arrangend.
And meanwhile i myself living in rented room.
At Mrs. Lipevekh'sel.
Lipevekh'sel?
Yes. Do you happen to know her?
I'm in the appartment of Andrey Semyonovich Lebezyatnikov.
Very nice young man. And following....
I, you know, haven't been in Petersburg for ten years already,
and, i must confess, was delighted.
With what exactly?
Well, how...all these news, reforms, ideas...i find clearer view
more businesslike manner...
many harmful prejudices are extinguished...
To tell the long story short, we have irreversibly cut ourselves
off the past.
Learned by heart. Shows off.
What?
That's reasonably fair.
You think so? You will agree that there is progress
at least in science and economical rights.
Common place.
No, not common place.
If i, for example, still were told - love! - and i loved
then what would become of that?
I would tear my coat in two, share with my neighbour
and we both would be half naked.
Science says - first of all love yourself
since everything in this world is based on personal interest.
And your coat will stay whole then.
Economical right adds that the more there is, so to say, whole coats,
the more.....
Well, i hope our acqaintance...
...killed, no doubt, pledgor.
Porfiry doesn't express his mind, yet still interrogates pledgors.
Interrogates pledgors?