Boek · Crime and Punishment
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Auteur: Fyodor Dostoevsky
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The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the
bustle and the plaster, scaffolding, bricks, and dust all about
him, and that special Petersburg stench, so familiar to all who
are unable to get out of town in summer--all worked painfully
upon the young man's already overwrought nerves. The insufferable
stench from the pot-houses, which are particularly numerous in
that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met
continually, although it was a working day, completed the
revolting misery of the picture. An expression of the profoundest
disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man's refined face. He
was, by the way, exceptionally handsome, above the average in
height, slim, well-built, with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown
hair. Soon he sank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking
into a complete blankness of mind; he walked along not observing
what was about him and not caring to observe it.
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