[ The person he’d addressed — a boy, really, with a strange hairstyle and tears running down his cheeks — responds with a scratchy, hoarse voice, as though he’d been swallowing glass. It’s directly at odds with what he says, it was just a nap, as though he thinks Raskolnikov is stupid. The yawn isn’t any more convincing, not when paired with the tears on his face and the way he had asked what did you see before seeming to have changed his mind.
It’s entirely possible, in theory, that the boy had conveniently taken a nap just as Raskolnikov — and plenty others, it seems — had some strange vision. But just because something is possible doesn’t make it likely, and Raskolnikov thinks that the boy’s story is incredibly unlikely.
He gives the boy the most distrustful look he can manage, which is quite distrustful indeed. ]
Am I supposed to believe you? [ He realizes that is perhaps not the best way to get this boy to be honest, so he amends, ] I mean no offense, of course! Perhaps you define nap differently than I do. Do your naps usually involve such strange…hallucinations?
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It’s entirely possible, in theory, that the boy had conveniently taken a nap just as Raskolnikov — and plenty others, it seems — had some strange vision. But just because something is possible doesn’t make it likely, and Raskolnikov thinks that the boy’s story is incredibly unlikely.
He gives the boy the most distrustful look he can manage, which is quite distrustful indeed. ]
Am I supposed to believe you? [ He realizes that is perhaps not the best way to get this boy to be honest, so he amends, ] I mean no offense, of course! Perhaps you define nap differently than I do. Do your naps usually involve such strange…hallucinations?