1 He walked along the canal bank, and he had not much further to go.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 6: CHAPTER VIII 2 Raskolnikov went straight to the house on the canal bank where Sonia lived.
3 There are three ways before her," he thought, "the canal, the madhouse, or.
4 When Sonia came out on the canal bank, they were the only two persons on the pavement.
5 No, what has kept her from the canal till now is the idea of sin and they, the children.
6 "Well, it's a way out of it," he thought, walking slowly and listlessly along the canal bank.
7 A card was fixed on the gate and a notice stuck in the windows over the canal advertising it to let.
8 And he opened the window over the canal, and stood in the window, squealing like a little pig; it was a disgrace.
9 Suddenly she leaned her right hand on the parapet, lifted her right leg over the railing, then her left and threw herself into the canal.
10 But there was no need of a boat; a policeman ran down the steps to the canal, threw off his great coat and his boots and rushed into the water.
11 With a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, he went up to a huge house which on one side looked on to the canal, and on the other into the street.
12 At last red circles flashed before his eyes, the houses seemed moving, the passers-by, the canal banks, the carriages, all danced before his eyes.
13 On the canal bank near the bridge and not two houses away from the one where Sonia lodged, there was a crowd of people, consisting principally of gutter children.
14 A wall with three windows looking out on to the canal ran aslant so that one corner formed a very acute angle, and it was difficult to see in it without very strong light.
15 He remembered however, that on coming out on to the canal bank, he was alarmed at finding few people there and so being more conspicuous, and he had thought of turning back.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER VII 16 Bending over the water, he gazed mechanically at the last pink flush of the sunset, at the row of houses growing dark in the gathering twilight, at one distant attic window on the left bank, flashing as though on fire in the last rays of the setting sun, at the darkening water of the canal, and the water seemed to catch his attention.