Аудиокнига в кармане, Александр Хорлин - Преступление и наказание, Том 1, Чт. 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At the beginning of July, during an extremely hot time, towards evening, a young man came out of his little room, which he rented from tenants in S--m Lane, into the street and slowly, as if in indecision, set off towards K--n Bridge. He successfully avoided meeting his landlady on the stairs. His little room was right under the roof of a tall five-story building and looked more like a closet than an apartment. His landlady, from whom he rented this little room with a dining room and a servant, lived one flight of stairs below, in a separate apartment, and every time he went out into the street, he was obliged to pass by his landlady's kitchen, which was almost always wide open onto the stairs. And every time the young man, passing by, felt some kind of painful and cowardly sensation, of which he was ashamed and from which he winced. He was in debt to his landlady and was afraid to meet her. It was not that he was so cowardly and downtrodden, quite the contrary; but for some time he had been in an irritable and tense state, similar to hypochondria. He had withdrawn into himself and isolated himself from everyone to such an extent that he was afraid of any meeting, not only a meeting with his landlady. He was crushed by poverty; but even his straitened situation had recently ceased to weigh on him. He had completely stopped and did not want to deal with his daily affairs. In essence, he was not afraid of any landlady, no matter what she might plot against him. But to stop on the stairs, to listen to all this nonsense about all this everyday nonsense, which he doesn’t care about at all, all this pestering about payment, threats, complaints, and at the same time to dodge, apologize, lie - no, it’s better to somehow slip like a cat down the stairs and sneak away so that no one sees.