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of relief in a change of sensations； apart from the strong personal
feeling which impelled him to defend Sonia。 He was agitated too；
especially at some moments； by the thought of his approaching
interview with Sonia： he had to tell her who had killed Lizaveta。 He
knew the terrible suffering it would be to him and； as it were；
brushed away the thought of it。 So when he cried as he left Katerina
Ivanovna's； 〃Well； Sofya Semyonovna； we shall see what you'll say
now！〃 he was still superficially excited； still vigorous and defiant
from his triumph over Luzhin。 But； strange to say； by the time he
reached Sonia's lodging； he felt a sudden impotence and fear。 He stood
still in hesitation at the door； asking himself the strange
question： 〃Must I tell her who killed Lizaveta？〃 It was a strange
question because he felt at the very time not only that he could not
help telling her； but also that he could not put off the telling。 He
did not yet know why it must be so； he only felt it； and the agonising
sense of his impotence before the inevitable almost crushed him。 To
cut short his hesitation and suffering； he quickly opened the door and
looked at Sonia from the doorway。 She was sitting with her elbows on
the table and her face in her hands； but seeing Raskolnikov she got up
at once and came to meet him as though she were expecting him。
〃What would have become of me but for you！〃 she said quickly；
meeting him in the middle of the room。
Evidently she was in haste to say this to him。 It was what she had
been waiting for。
Raskolnikov went to the table and sat down on the chair from which
she had only just risen。 She stood facing him； two steps away； just as
she had done the day before。
〃Well； Sonia？〃 he said； and felt that his voice was trembling； 〃it
was all due to 'your social position and the habits associated with
it。' Did you understand that just now？〃
Her face showed her distress。
〃Only don't talk to me as you did yesterday；〃 she interrupted him。
〃Please don't begin it。 There is misery enough without that。〃
She made haste to smile； afraid that he might not like the reproach。
〃I was silly to come away from there。 What is happening there now？ I
wanted to go back directly； but I kept thinking that。。。 you would
come。〃
He told her that Amalia Ivanovna was turning them out of their
lodging and that Katerina Ivanovna had run off somewhere 〃to seek
justice。〃
〃My God！〃 cried Sonia； 〃let's go at once。。。。〃
And she snatched up her cape。
〃It's everlastingly the same thing！〃 said Raskolnikov； irritably。
〃You've no thought except for them！ Stay a little with me。〃
〃But。。。 Katerina Ivanovna？〃
〃You won't lose Katerina Ivanovna； you may be sure； she'll come to
you herself since she has run out；〃 he added peevishly。 〃If she
doesn't find you here； you'll be blamed for it。。。。〃
Sonia sat down in painful suspense。 Raskolnikov was silent； gazing
at the floor and deliberating。
〃This time Luzhin did not want to prosecute you；〃 he began； not
looking at Sonia； 〃but if he had wanted to； if it had suited his
plans； he would have sent you to prison if it had not been for
Lebeziatnikov and me。 Ah？〃
〃Yes；〃 she assented in a faint voice。 〃Yes；〃 she repeated；
preoccupied and distressed。
〃But I might easily not have been there。 And it was quite an
accident Lebeziatnikov's turning up。〃
Sonia was silent。
〃And if you'd gone to prison； what then？ Do you remember what I said
yesterday？〃
Again she did not answer。 He waited。
〃I thought you would cry out again 'don't speak of it； leave
off。'〃 Raskolnikov gave a laugh； but rather a forced one。 〃What；
silence again？〃 he asked a minute later。 〃We must talk about
something； you know。 It would be interesting for me to know how you
would decide a certain 'problem' as Lebeziatnikov would say。〃 （He
was beginning to lose the thread。） 〃No； really； I am serious。 Imagine；
Sonia； that you had known all Luzhin's intentions beforehand。 Known；
that is； for a fact； that they would be the ruin of Katerina
Ivanovna and the children and yourself thrown in… since you don't
count yourself for anything… Polenka too。。。 for she'll go the same
way。 Well； if suddenly it all depended on your decision whether he
or they should go on living； that is whether Luzhin should go on
living and doing wicked things； or Katerina Ivanovna should die？ How
would you decide which of them was to die？ I ask you？〃
Sonia looked uneasily at him。 There was something peculiar in this
hesitating question； which seemed approaching something in a
roundabout way。
〃I felt that you were going to ask some question like that；〃 she
said； looking inquisitively at him。
〃I dare say you did。 But how is it to be answered？〃
〃Why do you ask about what could not happen？〃 said Sonia
reluctantly。
〃Then it would be better for Luzhin to go on living and doing wicked
things？ You haven't dared to decide even that！〃
〃But I can't know the Divine Providence。。。。 And why do you ask
what can't be answered？ What's the use of such foolish questions？
How could it happen that it should depend on my decision… who has made
me a judge to decide who is to live and who is not to live？〃
〃Oh； if the Divine Providence is to be mixed up in it； there is no
doing anything；〃 Raskolnikov grumbled morosely。
〃You'd better say straight out what you want！〃 Sonia cried in
distress。 〃You are leading up to something again。。。。 Can you have come
simply to torture me？〃
She could not control herself and began crying bitterly。 He looked
at her in gloomy misery。 Five minutes passed。
〃Of course you're right； Sonia；〃 he said softly at last。 He was
suddenly changed。 His tone of assumed arrogance and helpless
defiance was gone。 Even his voice was suddenly weak。 〃I told you
yesterday that I was not coming to ask forgiveness and almost the
first thing I've said is to ask forgiveness。。。。 I said that about
Luzhin and Providence for my own sake。 I was asking forgiveness；
Sonia。。。。〃
He tried to smile； but there was something helpless and incomplete
in his pale smile。 He bowed his head and hid his face in his hands。
And suddenly a strange； surprising sensation of a sort of bitter
hatred for Sonia passed through his heart。 As it were wondering and
frightened of this sensation； he raised his head and looked intently
at her； but he met her uneasy and painfully anxious eyes fixed on him；
there was love in them； his hatred vanished like a phantom。 It was not
the real feeling； he had taken the one feeling for the other。 It
only meant that that minute had come。
He hid his face in his hands again and bowed his head。 Suddenly he
turned pale； got up from his chair； looked at Sonia； and without
uttering a word sat down mechanically on her bed。
His sensations that moment were terribly like the moment when he had
stood over the old woman with the axe in his hand and felt that 〃he
must not lose another minute。〃
〃What's the matter？〃 asked Sonia