read.
Not so. I just asked.
You see how many issues i have ordered.
That's suspicious?
Phe, how weird.
You must still be in delirium.
Delirium? You're lying.
Ears of top of your head, eh?
What then...tell?
Say.
I declare...no, better - i confess...no, that's not it.
I testify.
I testify that i searched and read (and that's why i came here)
about murder of old pawnbroker.
And what of that if you were reading?
What business have i to that?
That's the same old hag about which were conversation at the office
and i passed out.
What? Do you understand now?
What's the matter? What to understand?
You're crazy!
And what if it was me who murdered old hag and Lizaveta?
Is that really possible?
Oh, you believed me.
Not a speck. Now, more than ever, i don't believe you.
You walked into a snare! It means you believed that before!
Totally not!
How much do i owe?
Thirty kopeck.
Here you go, twenty more for vodka.
See how much money?
And suit? Also new.
But i had not a dime on my soul.
Enough.
All the best...
Here you are.
And i looked for you even under the bed, went to the attic,
almost gave Nastasya a thrashing.
Rodya, what does this mean?
It means that i want to be alone.
Let me.
Alone? You can't even walk yet. Face like a chalk.
I'll take you in arms and bring home, under the key.
Listen, Razumihin,
don't you see that i don't want your benefaction?
Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my sickness?
I maybe wanted to die so badly.
Didn't you really understand today that you are tormenting me?
That i'm fed up with you?
Leave me alone, all of you. Leave me, leave me, leave me!
Then go to hell. Stop!
Listen to me!
All of you are twaddlers and dawdlers! When you have suffering
you nurse it like hen nurses her egg.
Stop! Listen till the end!
Listen, Rodya! I'm throwing bread-and-salt party today,
if you were not a fool, you'd better come by there than wear out your boots for nothing.
Will you come? - No.
You're lying. You can't be responsible for yourself.
I've thousand times bade farewell just like this, but i've always returned.
So remember - Pochenkova #47, appartment of clerk Babushnik.
I won't come, Razumihin.
I bet you'll come, otherwise i don't want to be acqauinted with you.
Stop! So...Zametov's there? - There.
Did you speak with him? - I did.
About what?
Well, to hell with yoy!
Pochenkova #47, Babushkina.
Remeber that!
No. Nastily.
That's not worth it.
To the office? That means the office is open.
Well, that's a way-out.
Is it really end? Ah, it doesn't matter.
Some feet of space...only so stupid.
I don't give a damn.
This is that house.
Have a look.
Here they were working.
It means...it's for renting out.
So...she comes to me early in the morning ??? and ????
???????
So it is. But when she's undressed...magazine, just magazine.
What is magazine?
Magazine is these coloured pictures and
portieres receive them by post from abroad.
And in there's written how to dress, both for men and women.
What do you want?
What do you want? Who are you?
I want to rent a flat. I'm looking around.
There's no blood.
What blood?
Old lady was murdered, and her sister.
There was a pool of blood.
What man are you?
Me?
Let's go to the office and i'll tell.
It's time for us to leave. Lyoshka!
Let's go.
Janitor!
What do you want?
Did you go to the office?
Just now. I was there.
Are they sitting there?
They are.
What do you want?
He came to see over the flat where we work. Asked
why the blood is washed away.
Here, he says, was a murder. And i want to rent it.
Then he rang the bell, almost ripped off.
Let's, he says, go to the office, there i'll show...
Who...are you?
Me?
Radion Romanovich Raskolnikov, former student.
Why...did you go to the appartment?
To look around.
Drunk. Only god knows how much.
Just to take him and bring to the office...
Let's go.
Why are you accosting?
Do you chicken out to go to the office?
Why to talk to him at all?