pavement, others were standing talking. A drunken soldier, smoking a

cigarette, was walking near them in the road, swearing; he seemed to

be trying to find his way somewhere, but had forgotten where. One

beggar was quarrelling with another, and a man dead drunk was lying

right across the road. Raskolnikov joined the throng of women, who

were talking in husky voices. They were bare-headed and wore cotton

dresses and goatskin shoes. There were women of forty and some not

more than seventeen; almost all had blackened eyes.