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One can't contradict her. And all the day long she has been

washing, cleaning, mending. She dragged the wash tub into the

room with her feeble hands and sank on the bed, gasping for

breath. We went this morning to the shops to buy shoes for

Polenka and Lida for theirs are quite worn out. Only the money

we'd reckoned wasn't enough, not nearly enough. And she picked

out such dear little boots, for she has taste, you don't know.

And there in the shop she burst out crying before the shopmen

because she hadn't enough.... Ah, it was sad to see her...."

"Well, after that I can understand your living like this,"

Raskolnikov said with a bitter smile.