Pocharia Raskolnikov's Letter to His Mother

Pocharia Raskolnikov's face was wet with tears when he read the letter. He had laid his head down on his threadbare dirty pillow and pondered, a long time. At last, he felt cramped and stifled in the little yellow room that was like a cupboard or a box. "The essential question was settled, and irrevocably settled in his mind," says Dostoyevsky.