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Chapter 2. Page 24
"Without saying a word, the young man hastened to depart. By now, the inner door was wide open and from the threshold peered several curious onlookers. Brazen, laughing faces pushed their way in, cigarettes or pipes dangling from their mouths, skull caps on their heads. Some were in the bathrobes, some quite unbuttoned, scantily and immodestly dressed and in disarray; some still held playing cards in their hands. They laughed with particular amusement when Marmeladov, pulled by the hair, shouted out that he enjoyed it. Some of them even came into the room." (24)
Raskol'nikov walks Marmeladov home, and at home the wife starts beating Marmeladov up.
Chapter 6. Page 62
"'She's quite a girl,' he said. 'Rich as a Jew, she's always got money around...she could lend out five thousand just like that, yet she wouldn't turn down a pawn worth a ruble. A lot of our guys have been to her. Only she's a terrible skin-flint...'" (62)
..."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." (online-literature.com) In a way pages 63-64
The conversation Raskol'nikov overhears between a student and his companion.
Chapter 1. Page 195
"'...When he came to see us today, though, we all understood this man was not our kind. Not because of the fresh-from-the-barbershop smell he carried in with him, not because he was in such a hurry to show off his brains, but because it's clear that he's a creep and a charlatan, a clown and a Jew. You think he's clever? No, he's a fool. A fool! Well, is he a mate for you? Oh, my God! You see, ladies...'" (195)
Drunken Razumikhin telling Raskol'nikov's mother and sister his impression of Luzhin, Dunia's fiancé.
Chapter 1. Page 344
"'I made another mistake not giving them any money,' he thought, returning sadly to Lebedziatnikov's room. 'And why teh hell was I such a damned Jew? There wasn't even any point to it! I thought I'd keep them in short supply awhile and then rescue them, so they'd think I was providential-and now look at them!...'"
Luzhin berating himself for the disaster that happened with Dunia and Pulcheria, Raskol'nikov's sister and mother.
Chapter 4. Page 458
'"Damn it all! THe masses drink too much; our educated youth burns itself idly out building fantasies, castles in the air, crippling itself with theories: from somewhere or other the Jews have swooped down on us, stashing all money away: and everything else heads for debauchery.'"
Svidrigailov talking to Raskol'nikov in the bar.
Chapter 6. Pages 486-487
"A small man was leaning his shoulder up against hte big locked gates. Wrapped in a gray army coat, he was wearing a brass 'Achilles Helmet' on his head. His sleepy glance touched coldly on the approaching Svidrigailov, and he had that expression of long suffering querulousness that had been stamped without exception on all Jewish faces. For some time Svidrigailov and Achilles looked at each other in silence. Finally it struck Achilles as improper that a man who wasn't drunk should be standing there, three steps away, without saying a word.
"Still without stirring or changing his position, he asked: 'Nu, vat you vont-ah?'
'Nothing friend. How are you?' said Svidrigailov.
'Diss is no place.'
'My friend, I am leaving for abroad.'
"Svidrigailov drew the revolver and cocked it. Achilles raised his eyebrows.
'Nu, vot! Diss for jokes is no place!'
'Because...Vy, because diss is no place.'
'It's all one, my friend. It's a fine place. If anybody asks you, tell them I went-well, tell them I went to America.'
"He placed the revolver at his right temple.
'Nu, here you can't! Diss is no place!' Achilles shook himself awake, and teh pupils of his eyes distended and grew wider and wider.
"Svidrigailov pulled the trigger."
The suicide scene of Svidrigailov and the only witness who saw him.