Raskolnikov

“Raskolnikov went straight home. He was so confused and bewildered that when he reached home and flung himself down on the sofa, he sat there for a quarter of an hour simply recovering and trying to get this thoughts into some kind of order.” (page 300) His mind began to wander and replay the events of Nikolay’s confession in his head, and thought how things could have turned out differently. Trying to follow the whirlwind …

…before he arrived at the police, he saw a timid face poking out from the crowd, that of Sonya. His heart churned at the thought of her knowledge of his crime, and he was embarrassed at his actions. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of spit dropping on his face, that from disgruntled citizens who had much hate for him. He awoke to Natasysha’s young face wiping his face with a washcloth.