Part 55 (1/2)
”Where is the story of Lazarus?” he asked suddenly.
Sonia looked obstinately at the ground and would not answer. She was standing sideways to the table.
”Where is the raising of Lazarus? Find it for me, Sonia.”
She stole a glance at him.
”You are not looking in the right place.... It's in the fourth gospel,”
she whispered sternly, without looking at him.
”Find it and read it to me,” he said. He sat down with his elbow on the table, leaned his head on his hand and looked away sullenly, prepared to listen.
”In three weeks' time they'll welcome me in the madhouse! I shall be there if I am not in a worse place,” he muttered to himself.
Sonia heard Raskolnikov's request distrustfully and moved hesitatingly to the table. She took the book however.
”Haven't you read it?” she asked, looking up at him across the table.
Her voice became sterner and sterner.
”Long ago.... When I was at school. Read!”
”And haven't you heard it in church?”
”I... haven't been. Do you often go?”
”N-no,” whispered Sonia.
Raskolnikov smiled.
”I understand.... And you won't go to your father's funeral to-morrow?”
”Yes, I shall. I was at church last week, too... I had a requiem service.”
”For whom?”
”For Lizaveta. She was killed with an axe.”
His nerves were more and more strained. His head began to go round.
”Were you friends with Lizaveta?”
”Yes.... She was good... she used to come... not often... she couldn't.... We used to read together and... talk. She will see G.o.d.”
The last phrase sounded strange in his ears. And here was something new again: the mysterious meetings with Lizaveta and both of them--religious maniacs.
”I shall be a religious maniac myself soon! It's infectious!”
”Read!” he cried irritably and insistently.