| PART II
3. CHAPTER III
 (continued)"Who . . . are you?" he went on, addressing the man. But at that
 moment the door was flung open, and, stooping a little, as he was so
 tall, Razumihin came in. "What a cabin it is!" he cried. "I am always knocking my head. You
 call this a lodging! So you are conscious, brother? I've just heard
 the news from Pashenka." "He has just come to," said Nastasya. "Just come to," echoed the man again, with a smile. "And who are you?" Razumihin asked, suddenly addressing him. "My name
 is Vrazumihin, at your service; not Razumihin, as I am always called,
 but Vrazumihin, a student and gentleman; and he is my friend. And who
 are you?" "I am the messenger from our office, from the merchant Shelopaev, and
 I've come on business." "Please sit down." Razumihin seated himself on the other side of the
 table. "It's a good thing you've come to, brother," he went on to
 Raskolnikov. "For the last four days you have scarcely eaten or drunk
 anything. We had to give you tea in spoonfuls. I brought Zossimov to
 see you twice. You remember Zossimov? He examined you carefully and
 said at once it was nothing serious--something seemed to have gone to
 your head. Some nervous nonsense, the result of bad feeding, he says
 you have not had enough beer and radish, but it's nothing much, it
 will pass and you will be all right. Zossimov is a first-rate fellow!
 He is making quite a name. Come, I won't keep you," he said,
 addressing the man again. "Will you explain what you want? You must
 know, Rodya, this is the second time they have sent from the office;
 but it was another man last time, and I talked to him. Who was it came
 before?" "That was the day before yesterday, I venture to say, if you please,
 sir. That was Alexey Semyonovitch; he is in our office, too." "He was more intelligent than you, don't you think so?" |