crowd；　〃is　it　a　spectacle　for　you　to　gape　at？　With　cigarettes！　（Cough；
  cough；　cough！）　You　might　as　well　keep　your　hats　on。。。。　And　there　is
  one　in　his　hat！。。。　Get　away！　You　should　respect　the　dead；　at　least！〃
  Her　cough　choked　her…　but　her　reproaches　were　not　without　result。
  They　evidently　stood　in　some　awe　of　Katerina　Ivanovna。　The　lodgers；
  one　after　another；　squeezed　back　into　the　doorway　with　that　strange
  inner　feeling　of　satisfaction　which　may　be　observed　in　the　presence　of
  a　sudden　accident；　even　in　those　nearest　and　dearest　to　the　victim；
  from　which　no　living　man　is　exempt；　even　in　spite　of　the　sincerest
  sympathy　and　compassion。
  Voices　outside　were　heard；　however；　speaking　of　the　hospital　and
  saying　that　they'd　no　business　to　make　a　disturbance　here。
  〃No　business　to　die！〃　cried　Katerina　Ivanovna；　and　she　was　rushing
  to　the　door　to　vent　her　wrath　upon　them；　but　in　the　doorway　came
  face　to　face　with　Madame　Lippevechsel　who　had　only　just　heard　of　the
  accident　and　ran　in　to　restore　order。　She　was　a　particularly
  quarrelsome　and　irresponsible　German。
  〃Ah；　my　God！〃　she　cried；　clasping　her　hands；　〃your　husband　drunken
  horses　have　trampled！　To　the　hospital　with　him！　I　am　the　landlady！〃
  〃Amalia　Ludwigovna；　I　beg　you　to　recollect　what　you　are　saying；〃
  Katerina　Ivanovna　began　haughtily　（she　always　took　a　haughty　tone　with
  the　landlady　that　she　might　〃remember　her　place〃　and　even　now　could
  not　deny　herself　this　satisfaction）。　〃Amalia　Ludwigovna。。。〃
  〃I　have　you　once　before　told　that　you　to　call　me　Amalia　Ludwigovna
  may　not　dare；　I　am　Amalia　Ivanovna。〃
  〃You　are　not　Amalia　Ivanovna；　but　Amalia　Ludwigovna；　and　as　I　am　not
  one　of　your　despicable　flatterers　like　Mr。　Lebeziatnikov；　who's
  laughing　behind　the　door　at　this　moment　（a　laugh　and　a　cry　of　'they
  are　at　it　again'　was　in　fact　audible　at　the　door）　so　I　shall　always
  call　you　Amalia　Ludwigovna；　though　I　fail　to　understand　why　you
  dislike　that　name。　You　can　see　for　yourself　what　has　happened　to
  Semyon　Zaharovitch；　he　is　dying。　I　beg　you　to　close　that　door　at
  once　and　to　admit　no　one。　Let　him　at　least　die　in　peace！　Or　I　warn　you
  the　Governor…General；　himself；　shall　be　informed　of　your　conduct
  to…morrow。　The　prince　knew　me　as　a　girl；　he　remembers　Semyon
  Zaharovitch　well　and　has　often　been　a　benefactor　to　him。　Every　one
  knows　that　Semyon　Zaharovitch　had　many　friends　and　protectors；　whom　he
  abandoned　himself　from　an　honourable　pride；　knowing　his　unhappy
  weakness；　but　now　（she　pointed　to　Raskolnikov）　a　generous　young　man
  has　come　to　our　assistance；　who　has　wealth　and　connections　and　whom
  Semyon　Zaharovitch　has　known　from　a　child。　You　may　rest　assured；
  Amalia　Ludwigovna。。。〃
  All　this　was　uttered　with　extreme　rapidity；　getting　quicker　and
  quicker；　but　a　cough　suddenly　cut　short　Katerina　Ivanovna's　eloquence。
  At　that　instant　the　dying　man　recovered　consciousness　and　uttered　a
  groan；　she　ran　to　him。　The　injured　man　opened　his　eyes　and　without
  recognition　or　understanding　gazed　at　Raskolnikov　who　was　bending　over
  him。　He　drew　deep；　slow；　painful　breaths；　blood　oozed　at　the　corners
  of　his　mouth　and　drops　of　perspiration　came　out　on　his　forehead。　Not
  recognising　Raskolnikov；　he　began　looking　round　uneasily。　Katerina
  Ivanovna　looked　at　him　with　a　sad　but　stern　face；　and　tears　trickled
  from　her　eyes。
  〃My　God！　His　whole　chest　is　crushed！　How　he　is　bleeding；〃　she　said
  in　despair。　〃We　must　take　off　his　clothes。　Turn　a　little；　Semyon
  Zaharovitch；　if　you　can；〃　she　cried　to　him。
  Marmeladov　recognised　her。
  〃A　priest；〃　he　articulated　huskily。
  Katerina　Ivanovna　walked　to　the　window；　laid　her　head　against　the
  window　frame　and　exclaimed　in　despair：
  〃Oh；　cursed　life！〃
  〃A　priest；〃　the　dying　man　said　again　after　a　moment's　silence。
  〃They've　gone　for　him；〃　Katerina　Ivanovna　shouted　to　him；　he
  obeyed　her　shout　and　was　silent。　With　sad　and　timid　eyes　he　looked　for
  her；　she　returned　and　stood　by　his　pillow。　He　seemed　a　little　easier
  but　not　for　long。
  Soon　his　eyes　rested　on　little　Lida；　his　favourite；　who　was
  shaking　in　the　corner；　as　though　she　were　in　a　fit；　and　staring　at　him
  with　her　wondering　childish　eyes。
  〃A…ah；〃　he　signed　towards　her　uneasily。　He　wanted　to　say　something。
  〃What　now？〃　cried　Katerina　Ivanovna。
  〃Barefoot；　barefoot！〃　he　muttered；　indicating　with　frenzied　eyes　the
  child's　bare　feet。
  〃Be　silent；〃　Katerina　Ivanovna　cried　irritably；　〃you　know　why　she　is
  barefooted。〃
  〃Thank　God；　the　doctor；〃　exclaimed　Raskolnikov；　relieved。
  The　doctor　came　in；　a　precise　little　old　man；　a　German；　looking
  about　him　mistrustfully；　he　went　up　to　the　sick　man；　took　his　pulse；
  carefully　felt　his　head　and　with　the　help　of　Katerina　Ivanovna　he
  unbuttoned　the　blood…stained　shirt；　and　bared　the　injured　man's　chest。
  It　was　gashed；　crushed　and　fractured；　several　ribs　on　the　right　side
  were　broken。　On　the　left　side；　just　over　the　heart；　was　a　large；
  sinister…looking　yellowish…black　bruise…　a　cruel　kick　from　the　horse's
  hoof。　The　doctor　frowned。　The　policeman　told　him　that　he　was　caught　in
  the　wheel　and　turned　round　with　it　for　thirty　yards　on　the　road。
  〃It's　wonderful　that　he　has　recovered　consciousness；〃　the　doctor
  whispered　softly　to　Raskolnikov。
  〃What　do　you　think　of　him？〃　he　asked。
  〃He　will　die　immediately。〃
  〃Is　there　really　no　hope？〃
  〃Not　the　faintest！　He　is　at　the　last　gasp。。。。　His　head　is　badly
  injured；　too。。。　Him。。。　I　could　bleed　him　if　you　like；　but。。。　it
  would　be　useless。　He　is　bound　to　die　within　the　next　five　or　ten
  minutes。〃
  〃Better　bleed　him　then。〃
  〃If　you　like。。。。　But　I　warn　you　it　will　be　perfectly　useless。〃
  At　that　moment　other　steps　were　heard；　the　crowd　in　the　passage
  parted；　and　the　priest；　a　little；　grey　old　man；　appeared　in　the
  doorway　bearing　the　sacrament。　A　policeman　had　gone　for　him　at　the
  time　of　the　accident。　The　doctor　changed　places　with　him；　exchanging
  glances　with　him。　Raskolnikov　begged　the　doctor　to　remain　a　little
  while。　He　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　remained。
  All　stepped　back。　The　confession　was　soon　over。　The　dying　man
  probably　understood　little；　he　could　only　utter　indistinct　broken
  sounds。　Katerina　Ivanovna　took　little　Lida；　lifted　the　boy　from　the
  chair；　knelt　down　in　the　corner　by　the　stove　and　made　the　children
  kneel　in　front　of　her。　The　little　girl　was　still　trembling；　but　the
  boy；　kneeling　on　his　little　bare　knees；　lifted　his　hand
  rhythmically；　crossing　himself　with　precision　and　bowed　down；　touching
  the　floor　with　his　forehead；　which　seemed　to　afford　him　especial
  satisfaction。　Katerina　Ivanovna　bit　her　lips　and　held　back　her
  tears；　she　prayed；　too；　now　and　then　pulling　straight　the　boy's　shirt；
  and　managed　to　cover　the　girl's　bare　shoulders　with　a　kerchief；
  which　she　took　from　the　chest　without　rising　from　her　knees　or　ceasing
  to　pray。　Meanwhile　the　door　from　the　inner　rooms　was　opened
  inquisitively　again。　In　the　passage　the　crowd　of　spectators　from　all
  the　flats　on　the　staircase　grew　denser　and　denser；　but　they　did　not
  venture　beyond　the　threshold。　A　single　candle…end　lighted　up　the
  scene。
  At　that　moment　Polenka　forced　her　way　through　the　crowd　at　the　door。
  She　came　in　panting　from　running　s