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reading through the papers? "
"Yes. "
"There's a good deal about the fires. "
"No, We are not reading about the fires. " Here they looked mysteriously at Zametov; his lips were twisted again in a mocking smile. "No, We are not reading about the fires, " he went on, winking at Zametov. "But concede now, my dear guy, you're awfully anxious to understand what I am reading through about? "
"I am not from the least. Mayn't I ask a question? Why can you keep on...? "
"Listen, you happen to be a man of way of life and education? "
"I is at the sixth class on the gymnasium, " said Zametov using some dignity.
"Sixth course! Ah, my cock-sparrow! With all your parting and your rings-- you happen to be a gentleman of lot of money. Foo! what a captivating boy! " Here Raskolnikov broke right into a nervous laugh right inside Zametov's face. The latter drew back, more surprised than offended.
"Foo! how strange you happen to be! " Zametov repeated extremely seriously. "I can't help thinking you happen to be still delirious. "
"I feel delirious? You are fibbing, my personal cock-sparrow! So I feel strange? You find myself curious, do you? "
"Yes, interesting. "
"Shall I tell you what I was reading through about, what I was searching for? See what a large amount of papers I've made all of them bring me. Suspicious, right? "
"Well, what can it be? "
"You prick " up " your ears? "
"How can you mean--'prick up my ears'? "
"I'll express that afterwards, but at this point, my boy, I declare to your account... no, better 'I confess'... Zero, that's not right sometimes; 'I make a deposition therefore you take it. ' I depose that i was reading, that We were looking and searching.... " they screwed up his eye balls and paused. "I was searching--and came here purposely to do it--for news from the murder of the good old pawnbroker woman, " he articulated finally, almost in a say, bringing his face exceedingly close to the face of Zametov. Zametov noticed him steadily, without relocating or drawing his deal with away. What struck Zametov afterwards for the reason that strangest part of everything was that silence followed for exactly a secong, and that they gazed at one another actively playing tricks.
"What if you happen to be reading about it? " he cried finally, perplexed and impatient. "That's zero business of mine! What of it? "
"The similar old woman, " Raskolnikov went on in the same say, not heeding Zametov's description, "about whom you were talking from the police-office, you remember, while i fainted. Well, do you comprehend now? "
"What can you mean? Understand... what? " Zametov brought out, almost alarmed.
Raskolnikov's placed and earnest face ended up being suddenly transformed, and he suddenly went off to the same nervous laugh since before, as though utterly struggles to restrain himself. And in a flash he recalled using extraordinary vividness of sensation an instant in the recent beyond, that moment when he stood while using axe behind the entrance, while the latch trembled as well as the men outside swore as well as shook it, and he had a sudden prefer to shout at them, to be able to swear at them, to put out his tongue during them, to mock all of them, to laugh, and play, and laugh!
"You are either mad, or... " began Zametov, and he smashed off, as though stunned from the idea that had all of the sudden flashed into his thoughts.
"Or? Or what? What? Come, tell me! "
"Nothing, " said Zametov, getting angry, "it's almost all nonsense! "
Both were silent. After his abrupt fit of laughter Raskolnikov became suddenly thoughtful and melancholy. He put his elbow on the table and leaned his at once his hand. He appeared to have completely forgotten Zametov. The silence lasted for a while.
"Why don't you ingest your tea? It's acquiring cold, " said Zametov.
"What! Teas? Oh, yes.... " Raskolnikov sipped the glass, put a morsel with bread in his mouth area and, suddenly looking during Zametov, seemed to don't forget everything and pulled him or her self together. At the similar moment his face started again its original mocking manifestation. He went on sipping tea.
"There have been a good number of of these crimes recently, " said Zametov. "Only affected person I read in the /Moscow News/ that your whole gang of false coiners were caught in Moscow. It was before a regular society. They used to forge tickets! "
"Oh, but it was a while ago! I read regarding it a month ago, " Raskolnikov cleared calmly. "So you consider them criminals? " they added, smiling.
"Of course they're just criminals. "
"They? They're just children, simpletons, not bad guys! Why, half a hundred persons meeting for such an object--what a perception! Three would be too many, and then they wish to have more faith in another than in themselves! You've only to blab in his cups and it all collapses. Simpletons! They engaged untrustworthy persons to change the notes-- that of a thing to trust to your casual stranger! Well, why don't we suppose that these simpletons succeed and each makes the million, and what follows to the rest of their world? Each is dependent on the others for the remainder of his life! Better hang oneself at the same time! And they did not have learned to change the notes sometimes; the man who changed the notes took 5 thousand roubles, and his hands trembled. He counted the 1st four thousand, but did not count number the fifth thousand--he was in that hurry to get the bucks into his pocket and back off. Of course he roused suspicion. And the whole thing came to your crash through one deceive! Is it possible? "
"That his hands trembled? " observed Zametov, "yes, that's rather possible. That, I really feel quite sure, is feasible. Sometimes one can't sta.