raskolnikov everone spills it the blood he answered out of himself blood flows and has always flowed as a cascade those that make it flow like champagne are crowned at the capitol and are named the benefactors of humanity i once desired the good of men and would ve done hundreds thousands of good actions in exchange for this unique stupidity not even this clumsiness for the idea in itself wasn t that stupid as it appears now to the light of failure everything seems stupid to the light of vengeance everything seems justified to the light of pity everything seems out of value but nonetheless i will not adopt your views if i had been successful i would ve been crowned instead dounetchka but it s not like that not at all brother what say you raskolnikov ah the form isn t good the form is not acceptable from the standpoint view of aesthetic and well really i don t understand how dropping bombs on the people during a siege in rule replies to a more honorable form the fear of aesthetic is the first sign of powerlessness never never before have i so consciously seen as of now and less than ever do i understand why my particular deed is a crime a crime never never before have i been more convinced then as of now never but while pronouncing the last sentence his look met the gaze of dounia and he read so much suffering in that gaze he succumbed he felt that despite all he had brought sadness to these two poor women for he was the cause of it all 
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