Yes. So what?
Nothing.
Where does he get them?
Old lady had written all the names on pawned things.
This is, so it seems, about recent murder of old pawnbroker?
Yes. Have you heard?
How else...in the neighborhood...
I'm curious to know one thing...
Why do you even bother? It all happened according to your theory.
What do you mean?
Well, just lead to consequences that what you preached just now
and it will be seen that one may slice people.
I beg your pardon...
No, that's not so...
There's a limit to everything.
Economical idea itself is not an invitation to murder.
Is it true that you said to your fiancee
in the that same hour when you received her agreement
that the thing you are most delighted with is that she is poor
because it's more gainful to take from poverty
so you can dominate over her and fling reproach in her teeth later?
Dear sir,
to disfigure an idea in such way!
Pardon me, but rumors known to you have no
reasonable justification.
And i suspect who...
to say it short, your mommy...
she, without all this, seemed to me despite all her good qualities
of rapturous and romantic tendency in her way of thinking.
You know what!
What?
If you'll dare to say even a word about my mother,
i'll throw you down the stairs.
Ah, that's the deal...
Let me....
Listen here, sir!
I read your hatred from the very first moment.
I could forgive much to a sick man and a relative,
but you - never.
I'm not sick.
So much the worse.
Allow me...
Go to hell!
May one act so?
Leave me! Leave me alone!
Tormentors. I'm not afraid of you.
Now i'm not afraid of anybody of you!
I want to be alone! Alone!
It could be worse if we hadn't listened to him.
What's up with him?
You know...
he's got something on his mind.
Something fixed and difficult.
So this...Pyotr Petrovich maybe...
Yes...what devil did bring him now?
Did you see that he's like indifferent to everything
but one thing -
this murder.
I did. I noted it.
He takes interest, he gets scared...
But that's then, in the office, they frightened him...
In evening you'll tell me about this in detail.
He is of interest to me.
Thank you. I...i'll go to Pashenka.
I'll keep an eye on him through Nastassya.
I will come by in half and hour.
Will you drink your tea?
Leave it. For later. I want to sleep.
This very day...
This very day.
All this...it needs to be finished this very day once and for all.
Otherwise...
Twenty five rubles...and coppers.
What...otherwise?
Otherwise i won't return.
I don't want to live like this.
Do you love
singing on the streets?
I love it. In an autumn evening when all bypassers have
pale green faces..or, even beter, when it falls wet snow
without any wind.
Do you know...
I don't know.
Excuse me.
I read somewhere about condemned to death.
How he thinks if he had to live somehwere in high place,
on the cliff, on such a narrow area where's space for two feet only
and there is ocean and never ending darkness all around,
and he has to remain so for the rest of his life
for thousand years, for eternity
It would be better to live that way than to die right now.
Only to live. Live...and live...
"Crystal Palace".
Previously Razumihin said...
but what did i want? Ah, right, newspapapers.
Here you go!
So...????...aztecs...
Damn! Fire on the beach...
Here it is.
Doesn't matter how to live as long as to live.
Oh God, what a truth!
Man is a scoundrel. That is a scoundrel who
who calls him that right in his face.
How peculiar! and Razumihin told me that
you're not in full consciousness.
Razumihin has lost his mind over you.
Is it nice for you to live, mister Zametov?
Who treated you with champagne right now?
Treated...we just drank a little bit.
Take your chance, you amazing man.
How peculiar you are!
Possibly you're still sick.
You vainly went out.
Reading papers?
They write much about fires.
No, i don't read about fires.
Confess...
you would terribly like to know about what i