The Axe of Raskolnikov

The axe fell with the sharp edge just on the skull and split at one blow, all the top of the head. At once, raskolnikov completely lost his head. Snatching up her bundle, dropped it again and ran into the entry. But here a shock of terror awaited him, such as he had never known before. The door, the outer door from the stairs, was standing unfastened and at least six inches open. Dark agonizing ideas rose in his mind, the idea that he was mad,. He ought perhaps to be doing something utterly different from what he was now doing. Good god, he muttered, i must fly. Fly.

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