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المؤلف: Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Raskolnikov looked at all this with profound astonishment and a
dull, unreasoning terror. He made up his mind to keep quiet and
see what would happen. "I believe I am not wandering. I believe
it's reality," he thought.
In a couple of minutes Nastasya returned with the soup, and
announced that the tea would be ready directly. With the soup she
brought two spoons, two plates, salt, pepper, mustard for the
beef, and so on. The table was set as it had not been for a long
time. The cloth was clean.
"It would not be amiss, Nastasya, if Praskovya Pavlovna were to
send us up a couple of bottles of beer. We could empty them."
"Well, you are a cool hand," muttered Nastasya, and she departed
to carry out his orders.

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