Character: Rodion Raskolnikov. Page 1

But children are the image of Christ: "So is the Kingdom of God." He commanded them to revere and love, they are the future of humanity...

Trifles, trifles are what matter! That's just such trifles that always ruin everything...

And you know... that low ceilings and tiny rooms of the soul and mind closely.

- First, they say, to teach the children went, and now why do nothing?
- I do... reluctantly and sternly said Raskolnikov.
- What are you doing?
- Work...
- Kaku's work?
"I think," he answered seriously after a pause.

All ready used to living on other his braces to walk, chew there.

However, that's really two years want to buy the castle, ' he added casually. Happy because the people that lock nothing?

But why are they so fond of me if I don't deserve it! Oh, if I was alone and nobody loved me and I never loved anybody!

... and reach the point where you will not step out - will be unhappy, and cross, maybe more miserable than you...

Is she sane? Is it possible to say, how is she? Is it sane so you can talk, how is she? Is it possible to sit over death, right over the stinking pit to which it draws, and waving, and stop up their ears when she is told of danger? What it is, it is not a miracle there waiting for you?

It's clear enough: for herself, for her comfort, to save her from death, will not sell, and another that sells! For cute, adorable person to sell! That's the whole thing something is: for brother, for mother sell! All sell! Oh, here we are, on occasion, and the moral sense our giving; freedom, peace, conscience even, all, all tolkuchy on the market. Lost life! If only these beloved creatures our happy. Moreover, their own coined casuistry, the Jesuits will learn and in time, perhaps, themselves calm down, convince yourself that it's necessary, really necessary for a good purpose.

About low characters! They love, just hate...

I'm not an old lady killed, I killed myself!

There are other meetings, even absolutely unfamiliar to us by people whom we seek at first sight, somehow suddenly, all of a sudden, before we say a word.

I don't believe in future life, ' said Raskolnikov.
Svidrigailov sat lost in thought.
What if there are some spiders or something like that, ' he said suddenly.
"This madman," thought Raskolnikov.
- We here all seem to be eternity as an idea that is impossible to understand, something enormous, enormous! Yes why must it be vast? And suddenly, instead of all this, imagine there will be one room, a kind of like the village baths, smoky, and all the corners of spiders, and that's the whole eternity. I, you know, like that sometimes dreaming.
- Surely you do not seem to be comforting and just that! - painful feeling cried Raskolnikov.
- Fairer? And who knows, maybe this is fair, and you know, I would be so sure he did it on purpose! - Svidrigailov answered, smiling vaguely.