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Raskolnikov is a law student at a prestigious university with a very good prospect.
His family was poor, and he could not afford to pay his tuition and rent with his mother's meager support. In order to provide for him to study, the family married his sister to a rich old man who could be a father and the owner of a law firm.
The idea of the family is very simple and simple, and it is also patriarchal, and if you marry a daughter, you will have a dowry for your son to finish college, and after graduation, you can go to her brother-in-law's law firm to be a lawyer.
However, after his sister got engaged, Raskolnikov did not receive financial support from his brother-in-law, and he had to drop out of school. The landlord chased him to pay the rent, and cut off his meals, and in order to survive, he ruthlessly mortgaged his father's relics, which he regarded as treasures, to the old woman in the pawnshop.
But I don't want to, the old woman has a pair of snobbish eyes and makes things difficult for the poor in every way. The old woman put on a stinky face, deliberately lowered **, and said harshly: As long as the detention period passes, it will be sold immediately, leaving no room for negotiation.
Everything in reality made Raskolnikov dissatisfied, and every word of the old lady was like a spark, which instantly ignited the gunpowder in Raskolnikov's heart. A terrible thought welled up in his head, to kill the wicked old woman.
Since then, the idea has been lingering in his mind, and he has been working on this vicious plan all the time. So much so that Raskolnikov has entered a kind of pathology, in which people's dreams are often unusually clear, clear, and strikingly similar to real life.
Raskolnikov had a dream in which he returned to his childhood, and he followed his father to a small town.
This little town was strange, standing abruptly in the middle of the wilderness, with not a single tree on all sides, and a small grove of trees in the distance on the horizon.
There was a tavern on the edge of the town, and there was always a crowd of people gathered, always shouting, laughing, swearing, and singing at the top of their lungs.
There was a path next to the tavern, always dark and dusty, and muddy just after the rain, and along the path there was a cemetery and a church in the distance.
He and his father walked along the path towards the cemetery, and when they passed by the tavern, they saw a group of drunken people, men and women, well-dressed city dwellers and country people, clapping their hands and singing as if they were watching the commotion.
It turned out that next to the steps of the tavern, a large carriage was parked. The wagon was loaded with goods and barrels, and the wagon was stuck in the mud and could not get out. It is strange that such a large carriage was not pulled by a tall horse, but a small, thin little mare, who was overwhelmed and fell on her knees, panting in her nose and unable to walk.
At this moment, out of the tavern came a group of drunken one-meter-** croppers, wearing red or blue shirts and tweed coats, shouting and singing loudly.
One of them, a strong man with a red face like a carrot, a big head and a thick neck like a fireman, shouted, "Get in the car, everyone get in the car, I'll send everyone back, get in the car!."”
How can such a little mare pull us!"You're not crazy, let such a little mare pull such a big cart!The kind man of the tavern said to the drunken strong man.
Mikorka jumped into the carriage, took the reins, stood in front of the wagon, and shouted, "Get on board, I'll send you all back!"This little mare, I want to kill it, so that it doesn't spoil the food, come on, I can make it fly, it will run like flying!”
Mikorka whipped the whip and whipped it on the little mare, "Get on the car, why don't you get up, it can fly", "Wow, smoke it, it will fly" The crowd laughed and laughed.
Don't pity it, brothers, one whip at a time, ready, come".
The men in the tavern, hippie smiling, staggered into Mikolka's carriage. One of the two young men in the car picked up a whip, "Rack!."The whip was whipped on the little mare's body.
The little mare pulled the cart forward with all her might, her mouth snorting and panting, and it was very difficult to lift her legs, so she could only move forward half a step and half a step, and it was impossible to fly, and the people laughed even more vigorously. Mikokar got angry and cried out, and three whips crackled like raindrops on the little mare, and the painful little mare squatted down.
Brothers, let me go up too!A young man came out of the crowd at the tavern and climbed into the carriage.
Get in the car, everyone get in the car, it pulls everyone, I'm going to smoke it to death!Mikorka shouted, waving a whip ***, Mikorka had already drunk too much, and he was angry and didn't know what to use to hit it to relieve his anger.
Raskolnikov couldn't stand it anymore and asked his father why they beat the little mare and why they let the little mare pull such a heavy car
Don't you have a heart, you madness!"I've seen such a small horse-drawn cart with such a heavy weight!"Someone in the crowd was talking.
Don't worry about it, my stuff, I can do whatever I want, a few more come up, everyone come up, I'm sure I can make it fly."
The little mare could not bear such a beating, and began to kick helplessly, causing a crowd to laugh, even the person who had just spoken for the little mare laughed.
Two more lads rushed out of the crowd, one with a whip and one with one side, and whipped the little mare on both ribs.
Hit it in the face, hit it in the eyes, hit it in the eyes!Mikorka cried out, "Brothers, sing a song!"So, the people in the car danced and sang and danced, whistling, and the people under the car watched the excitement, giggling while knocking peanuts and melon seeds.
Raskolnikov saw that they were beating the little mare's glasses so hard that he began to cry, his heart pounding, and tears flowing. He pounced on the pony, was struck by the whip, was pulled back by the good Samaritan on the road, and he pounced on the pony again, and the little mare was already dying, and it was on its feet again.
Mikorka was completely furious, he threw away the whip, jumped out of the car, picked up a log from the car, and called "** to die", he held the end of ***'s log, and with all his strength, smashed it on the head of the little mare, with a heavy "bang".
It's going to kill it!", will kill it!", smoke it, smoke it, why don't you smoke it!There were several voices in the crowd shouting.
My stuff!Mikorka picked up the log again, and struck the little mare on the back again, and the little mare crouched on the ground with his whole ass, but he jumped up again, and pulled the cart forward, pulling it left and right with all his last strength, trying to free the cart from the mud.
Six whips whipped it together, striking different parts of the mare's body, and the tree was raised high again, and fell for the third, and fourth, and fifth.
I'm still alive!"Brothers, keep it up, it's going to be finished!".Why don't you use an axe, you will be hacked to death with an axe!”
Mikorka went completely insane, "Don't point fingers at me, get out of the way!."He dropped the log, dragged an iron rod out of the cart, picked it up and struck it with all his might, on the back of the poor little mare.
The iron rod fell with a "poof", and the little mare shook and fell weakly, and it tried to pull the cart, but the iron rod hit it the back, and the little mare finally fell to the ground, unable to move its legs and feet, as if it had been cut off.
The men of the cart jumped down one after another, grabbed the whip and the stick, and the timber and Mikorka beat the horse with an iron rod on the horse's back, and the horse straightened its neck, gasped for breath with difficulty, and gradually died.
Raskolnikov could no longer control himself, he screamed, rushed out of the crowd, ran to the little mare, took the bloodied horse's head and kissed it, kissed its eyes, kissed its lips.
He felt his chest thragged and choked uncomfortably, and suddenly, he jumped to his feet, grabbed an axe from nowhere, and slashed at Mykolka.
He woke up in shock, drenched in sweat and his hair soaked.