Chapter V
‘Of course, I’ve been meaning lately to go to
Razumihin’s to ask for work, to ask him to get me lessons
or something …’ Raskolnikov thought, ‘but what help
can he be to me now? Suppose he gets me lessons,
suppose he shares his last farthing with me, if he has any
farthings, so that I could get some boots and make myself
tidy enough to give lessons … hm … Well and what then?
What shall I do with the few coppers I earn? That’s not
what I want now. It’s really absurd for me to go to
Razumihin….’
The question why he was now going to Razumihin
agitated him even more than he was himself aware; he
kept uneasily seeking for some sinister significance in this
apparently ordinary action.
‘Could I have expected to set it all straight and to find a
way out by means of Razumihin alone?’ he asked himself
in perplexity.
He pondered and rubbed his forehead, and, strange to
say, after long musing, suddenly, as if it were
spontaneously and by chance, a fantastic thought came
into his head.