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The little room into which the young man walked, with yellow

paper on the walls, geraniums and muslin curtains in the windows,

was brightly lighted up at that moment by the setting sun.

"So the sun will shine like this then too!" flashed as it were by

chance through Raskolnikov's mind, and with a rapid glance he

scanned everything in the room, trying as far as possible to

notice and remember its arrangement. But there was nothing

special in the room. The furniture, all very old and of yellow

wood, consisted of a sofa with a huge bent wooden back, an oval

table in front of the sofa, a dressing-table with a looking-glass

fixed on it between the windows, chairs along the walls and two

or three half-penny prints in yellow frames, representing German

damsels with birds in their hands--that was all. In the corner a

light was burning before a small ikon. Everything was very clean;

the floor and the furniture were brightly polished; everything

shone.