extraordinary　impression；　and　here　some　one　seemed　to　be　speaking
  expressly　for　him；　the　student　began　telling　his　friend　various
  details　about　Alyona　Ivanovna。
  〃She　is　first　rate；〃　he　said。　〃You　can　always　get　money　from　her。
  She　is　as　rich　as　a　Jew；　she　can　give　you　five　thousand　roubles　at　a
  time　and　she　is　not　above　taking　a　pledge　for　a　rouble。　Lots　of　our
  fellows　have　had　dealings　with　her。　But　she　is　an　awful　old　harpy。。。。〃
  And　he　began　describing　how　spiteful　and　uncertain　she　was；　how　if
  you　were　only　a　day　late　with　your　interest　the　pledge　was　lost；　how
  she　gave　a　quarter　of　the　value　of　an　article　and　took　five　and　even
  seven　percent　a　month　on　it　and　so　on。　The　student　chattered　on；
  saying　that　she　had　a　sister　Lizaveta；　whom　the　wretched　little
  creature　was　continually　beating；　and　kept　in　complete　bondage　like
  a　small　child；　though　Lizaveta　was　at　least　six　feet　high。
  〃There's　a　phenomenon　for　you；〃　cried　the　student　and　he　laughed。
  They　began　talking　about　Lizaveta。　The　student　spoke　about　her
  with　a　peculiar　relish　and　was　continually　laughing　and　the　officer
  listened　with　great　interest　and　asked　him　to　send　Lizaveta　to　do　some
  mending　for　him。　Raskolnikov　did　not　miss　a　word　and　learned
  everything　about　her。　Lizaveta　was　younger　than　the　old　woman　and
  was　her　half…sister；　being　the　child　of　a　different　mother。　She　was
  thirty…five。　She　worked　day　and　night　for　her　sister；　and　besides
  doing　the　cooking　and　the　washing；　she　did　sewing　and　worked　as　a
  charwoman　and　gave　her　sister　all　she　earned。　She　did　not　dare　to
  accept　an　order　or　job　of　any　kind　without　her　sister's　permission。
  The　old　woman　had　already　made　her　will；　and　Lizaveta　knew　of　it；
  and　by　this　will　she　would　not　get　a　farthing；　nothing　but　the
  movables；　chairs　and　so　on；　all　the　money　was　left　to　a　monastery　in
  the　province　of　N___；　that　prayers　might　be　said　for　her　in
  perpetuity。　Lizaveta　was　of　lower　rank　than　her　sister；　unmarried
  and　awfully　uncouth　in　appearance；　remarkably　tall　with　long　feet　that
  looked　as　if　they　were　bent　outwards。　She　always　wore　battered
  goatskin　shoes；　and　was　clean　in　her　person。　What　the　student
  expressed　most　surprise　and　amusement　about　was　the　fact　that　Lizaveta
  was　continually　with　child。
  〃But　you　say　she　is　hideous？〃　observed　the　officer。
  〃Yes；　she　is　so　dark…skinned　and　looks　like　a　soldier　dressed　up；
  but　you　know　she　is　not　at　all　hideous。　She　has　such　a　good…natured
  face　and　eyes。　Strikingly　so。　And　the　proof　of　it　is　that　lots　of
  people　are　attracted　by　her。　She　is　such　a　soft；　gentle　creature；
  ready　to　put　up　with　anything；　always　willing；　willing　to　do　anything。
  And　her　smile　is　really　very　sweet。〃
  〃You　seem　to　find　her　attractive　yourself；〃　laughed　the　officer。
  〃From　her　queerness。　No；　I'll　tell　you　what。　I　could　kill　that
  damned　old　woman　and　make　off　with　her　money；　I　assure　you；　without
  the　faintest　conscience…prick；〃　the　student　added　with　warmth。　The
  officer　laughed　again　while　Raskolnikov　shuddered。　How　strange　it　was！
  〃Listen；　I　want　to　ask　you　a　serious　question；〃　the　student　said
  hotly。　〃I　was　joking　of　course；　but　look　here；　on　one　side　we　have　a
  stupid；　senseless；　worthless；　spiteful；　ailing；　horrid　old　woman；
  not　simply　useless　but　doing　actual　mischief；　who　has　not　an　idea　what
  she　is　living　for　herself；　and　who　will　die　in　a　day　or　two　in　any
  case。　You　understand？　You　understand？〃
  〃Yes；　yes；　I　understand；〃　answered　the　officer；　watching　his　excited
  companion　attentively。
  〃Well；　listen　then。　On　the　other　side；　fresh　young　lives　thrown　away
  for　want　of　help　and　by　thousands；　on　every　side！　A　hundred　thousand
  good　deeds　could　be　done　and　helped；　on　that　old　woman's　money　which
  will　be　buried　in　a　monastery！　Hundreds；　thousands　perhaps；　might　be
  set　on　the　right　path；　dozens　of　families　saved　from　destitution；　from
  ruin；　from　vice；　from　the　Lock　hospitals…　and　all　with　her　money。　Kill
  her；　take　her　money　and　with　the　help　of　it　devote　oneself　to　the
  service　of　humanity　and　the　good　of　all。　What　do　you　think；　would
  not　one　tiny　crime　be　wiped　out　by　thousands　of　good　deeds？　For　one
  life　thousands　would　be　saved　from　corruption　and　decay。　One　death；
  and　a　hundred　lives　in　exchange…　it's　simple　arithmetic！　Besides；　what
  value　has　the　life　of　that　sickly；　stupid；　ill…natured　old　woman　in
  the　balance　of　existence！　No　more　than　the　life　of　a　louse；　of　a　black
  beetle；　less　in　fact　because　the　old　woman　is　doing　harm。　She　is
  wearing　out　the　lives　of　others；　the　other　day　she　bit　Lizaveta's
  finger　out　of　spite；　it　almost　had　to　be　amputated。〃
  〃Of　course　she　does　not　deserve　to　live；〃　remarked　the　officer；　〃but
  there　it　is；　it's　nature。〃
  〃Oh；　well；　brother；　but　we　have　to　correct　and　direct　nature；　and；
  but　for　that；　we　should　drown　in　an　ocean　of　prejudice。　But　for
  that；　there　would　never　have　been　a　single　great　man。　They　talk　of
  duty；　conscience…　I　don't　want　to　say　anything　against　duty　and
  conscience；…　but　the　point　is　what　do　we　mean　by　them。　Stay；　I　have
  another　question　to　ask　you。　Listen！〃
  〃No；　you　stay；　I'll　ask　you　a　question。　Listen！〃
  〃Well？〃
  〃You　are　talking　and　speechifying　away；　but　tell　me；　would　you
  kill　the　old　woman　yourself？〃
  〃Of　course　not！　I　was　only　arguing　the　justice　of　it。。。。　It's
  nothing　to　do　with　me。。。。〃
  〃But　I　think；　if　you　would　not　do　it　yourself；　there's　no　justice
  about　it。。。。　Let　us　have　another　game。〃
  Raskolnikov　was　violently　agitated。　Of　course；　it　was　all　ordinary
  youthful　talk　and　thought；　such　as　he　had　often　heard　before　in
  different　forms　and　on　different　themes。　But　why　had　he　happened　to
  hear　such　a　discussion　and　such　ideas　at　the　very　moment　when　his
  own　brain　was　just　conceiving。。。　the　very　same　ideas？　And　why；　just　at
  the　moment　when　he　had　brought　away　the　embryo　of　his　idea　from　the
  old　woman　had　he　dropped　at　once　upon　a　conversation　about　her？　This
  coincidence　always　seemed　strange　to　him。　This　trivial　talk　in　a
  tavern　had　an　immense　influence　on　him　in　his　later　action；　as
  though　there　had　really　been　in　it　something　preordained；　some　guiding
  hint。。。。
  …
  On　returning　from　the　Hay　Market　he　flung　himself　on　the　sofa　and
  sat　for　a　whole　hour　without　stirring。　Meanwhile　it　got　dark；　he　had
  no　candle　and；　indeed；　it　did　not　occur　to　him　to　light　up。　He　could
  never　recollect　whether　he　had　been　thinking　about　anything　at　that
  time。　At　last　he　was　conscious　of　his　former　fever　and　shivering；
  and　he　realised　with　relief　that　he　could　lie　down　on　the　sofa。　Soon
  heavy；　leaden　sleep　came　over　him；　as　it　were　crushing　him。
  He　slept　an　extraordinarily　long　time　and　without　dreaming。
  Nastasya；　coming　into　his　room　at　ten　o'clock　the　next　morning；　had
  difficulty　in　rousing　him。　She　brought　him　in　tea　and　bread。　The　tea
  was　again　the　second　brew　and　again　in　her　own　tea…pot。
  〃My　goodness；　how　he　sleeps！〃　she　cried　indignantly。　〃And　he　is
  always　asleep。〃
  He　got　up　with　an　effort。　His　head　ached；　he　stood　up；　took　a　turn
  in　his　garret　and　sank　back　on　the　sofa　again。
  〃Going　to　sleep　again；〃　cried　Nastasya。　〃Are　you　ill；　eh？〃
  He　made　no　reply。
  〃Do　you　want　some　tea？〃
  〃Afterwards；〃　he　said　with　an　effort；　closing　his　eyes　again　and
  turning　to　the　wall。
  Nastasya　stood　over　him。