Summary of the novel “Crime and Punishment” by chapters and parts with quotes

The action of Dostoevsky's novel “Crime and Punishment” takes place over 14 days, but the author does not indicate dates. Dostoevsky only mentions that the novel takes place in July (“At the beginning of July, in an extremely hot time, in the evening…”). But the novel contains references to events taking place in real St. Petersburg, from which the exact dating of the events can be determined. So, we can count down from Raskolnikov’s meeting with the former official Marmeladov in a tavern, which took place on the first day of the story (part 1, chapter 2). Marmeladov informs his interlocutor that he recently persuaded his former boss to hire him again, but six days ago, having received his first salary, he took up a glass again. Officials traditionally received their pay on the first day of each month, therefore, the heroes’ conversation took place on July 7th.

By the way, the year of the narrative is precisely known - 1865, since in a letter to the publisher Katkov from this year, Dostoevsky writes: “The action is modern, in this year.”

Thus, it is highly likely that the action of the novel “Crime and Punishment” takes place from July 7 to July 20, 1865. This is confirmed by the abnormal heat that prevailed in St. Petersburg during this period, and reflected in the work.

List of novel events by day:

Day 1 (July 7)

Part 1, chapters 1 - 2

• Raskolnikov goes to the old money-lender to discreetly find out where she keeps the money.
• Raskolnikov meets Marmeladov in a tavern

Day 2 (July 8)

Part 1, chapters 1 - 6

• Raskolnikov receives a letter from his mother.
• Raskolnikov has a dream about killing a horse
• On the way, Raskolnikov accidentally hears that the old woman’s sister Lizaveta will not be home tomorrow evening.

Day 3 (July 9)

Part 1, chapters 6 - 7

• Raskolnikov sleeps all day, he has a dream about Africa.
• In the evening he kills the old woman and her sister Lizaveta.

Day 4 (July 10)

Part 2, chapter 1 - 2

• In the morning, Raskolnikov receives a summons to come to the office today at 11 am (in the case of a debt to the landlady).
• Raskolnikov hides the loot from the old woman, under a large stone in one of the St. Petersburg backyard wells.
• Razumikhin offers Raskolnikov a part-time job, but he refuses and leaves.

Days 5, 6 and 7 (July 11 to 14)

Raskolnikov spends three days in delirium. The story continues on day 8, when the hero comes to his senses.

Day 8 (July 15)

Part 2, chapter 3 - part 3, chapter 2

• Raskolnikov is in a sick condition. They bring him money sent from the province by his mother. Razumikhin takes part of the money and leaves to buy new clothes for a friend.
• Doctor Zosimov, a friend of Razumikhin, comes to the closet to examine Raskolnikov.
• Mr. Luzhin, the fiancé of his sister Dunya, comes to Raskolnikov.
• In the tavern, Raskolnikov meets clerk Zametov. Raskolnikov hints to him that he is the old woman’s killer, but the clerk decides that the student has a mental disorder.
• Leaving the tavern, Raskolnikov meets Razumikhin and asks him to leave him alone.
• Raskolnikov returns to the crime scene. There he asks strange questions to the residents, which alarm one of the neighbors, a tradesman.
• Walking down the street, Raskolnikov sees Marmeladov, who has fallen under a carriage. The young man helps carry the official home, where he soon dies in the arms of his daughter Sonya. This is how Raskolnikov sees Sonya for the first time. When leaving, he leaves Katerina Ivanovna, Marmeladov’s widow, the money sent by her mother.
• Raskolnikov's mother and sister arrive in St. Petersburg. During a conversation with his family, Raskolnikov faints. The worried women leave the patient and go to their hotel room. Soon Zosimov and Razumikhin come to the women and talk about Rodion’s well-being.

Day 9 (July 16)

Part 3, chapter 2 - part 4, chapter 4

• Dunya says that she received a note from Luzhin, in which he demands that she make a choice between him and her brother. Dunya asks Raskolnikov and Razumikhin to be at the planned meeting with Luzhin today at 8 pm.
• Sonya comes to Raskolnikov’s closet. She thanks him for the money left yesterday for the funeral and asks him to attend the funeral and wake.
• On the way home, Sonya meets with Svidrigailov, who rented an apartment across the wall from her.
• Raskolnikov and Razumikhin come to Porfiry Petrovich.
• Svidrigailov comes to Raskolnikov and asks him to arrange a meeting with Dunya, but he refuses.
• At Dunya’s request, Raskolnikov and Razumikhin come to Rodion’s family’s hotel in the evening, where they meet Luzhin. The latter loses his temper and a quarrel breaks out. Dunya with dignity asks him to leave. This is where the relationship between Dunya and Luzhin ends.
• After the meeting, Raskolnikov asks his mother and sister to leave him alone until he himself wants to see them. Women don't understand what's happening. Razumikhin consoles them.
• Late in the evening (after eleven o'clock) Raskolnikov comes to Sonya's home in her room to talk one-on-one. He promises to tell her at the next meeting who killed the old woman and Lizaveta. Svidrigailov overhears this conversation. He understands that Raskolnikov is a murderer.

Day 10 (July 17)

Part 4, chapter 5 - part 5, chapter 5

• At 11 a.m., Raskolnikov comes to Porfiry Petrovich’s office regarding the things pawned from the old woman. Porfiry hints to him that he knows about his crime.
• Mikolka is brought into Porfiry’s office, calling himself the murderer of the pawnbroker.
• A tradesman who called him a murderer comes to Raskolnikov and asks for forgiveness.
• Luzhin gives Sonya 10 rubles in the form of help, but at the same time secretly puts 100 rubles in her pocket.
• During the wake, Luzhin accuses Sonya of stealing 100 rubles. Lebezyatnikov stands up for the girl and talks about Luzhin’s meanness.
• After the wake, Raskolnikov goes to Sonya and tells her the truth about his crime. Sonya advises him to confess to the police.
• Lebezyatnikov comes to Sonya’s apartment and reports about Katerina Ivanovna’s insanity.
• Sister Dunya comes to Raskolnikov. She knows that her brother is suspected of murder, but she herself does not believe in these rumors.

Days 11 and 12 (July 17-18)

Part 6, chapter 6 - part 6, chapter 5

• Raskolnikov wakes up at lunchtime and realizes that he is late for Katerina Ivanovna's funeral.
• Razumikhin comes to Raskolnikov and tells him that Mikolka has been “taken” and that the case has been solved. Razumikhin also says that Dunya received a strange letter from Svidrigailov today.
• Investigator Porfiry Petrovich tells Raskolnikov that he is convinced of his guilt. He promises Raskolnikov to commute his sentence if he confesses within two days.
• Raskolnikov goes to see Svidrigailov at the hotel, but meets him at the tavern. Svidrigailov hints to Raskolnikov that he knows about his crime.
• Svidrigailov lures Dunya to his apartment, where he talks about the overheard conversation between Sonya and her brother. He offers her a deal: he will save her brother if Dunya agrees to be with him. Dunya is angry and tries to leave, but finds that the door is locked from the inside. Then she takes out a revolver and shoots at Svidrigailov, but misses. Having finally realized that the girl will never love him, Svidrigailov lets her go.
• The long-awaited rain fell in St. Petersburg.
• Svidrigailov gives Sonya 3,000 rubles so that she can start a new life and leave the “indecent profession.”
• Svidrigailov gives his young bride 15,000 rubles. Then he goes to the hotel where he spends the night.

Day 14 (July 20)

Part 6, chapter 6 - 8

• At night, Svidrigailov has nightmares, and at dawn he leaves the hotel on the street and commits suicide.
• At 7 pm Raskolnikov goes to his sister and mother at the hotel, but finds only his mother. He tries to calm the mother, who feels her son’s suffering, but does not know the whole truth. Raskolnikov tells his mother about his love for her.
• Dunya confesses to her brother that she knows from Sonya about his crime.
• Having met Sonya for the last time, Raskolnikov goes to the office, where, on the second attempt, he confesses to the crime he committed.

Crime and Punishment (Part 6, Chapter 1)

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PART SIX

I

A strange time had come for Raskolnikov: it was as if a fog had suddenly fallen in front of him and imprisoned him in hopeless and difficult solitude. Recalling this time later, long later, he guessed that his consciousness sometimes seemed to dim and that this continued, with some intervals, until the final catastrophe. He was positively convinced that he had been mistaken in many ways at that time, for example, about the timing and timing of some incidents. At least, remembering later and trying to understand what he remembered, he learned a lot about himself, already guided by information received from outsiders. He confused one event, for example, with another; he considered the other to be the consequence of an incident that existed only in his imagination. At times he was overcome by a painful, excruciating anxiety that even degenerated into panic. But he also remembered that there were minutes, hours, even perhaps days, full of apathy that took possession of him, as if in contrast to his previous fear - an apathy similar to the painfully indifferent state of other dying people. In general, in these last days, he himself seemed to be trying to escape from a clear and complete understanding of his situation; other pressing facts that required immediate clarification weighed especially heavily on him; but how glad he would be to free himself and run away from other worries, the oblivion of which threatened, however, with complete and inevitable death in his situation.

Svidrigailov especially worried him: one could even say that he seemed to have settled on Svidrigailov. From the time of Svidrigailov’s words, too threatening for him and too clearly expressed, in Sonya’s apartment, at the moment of Katerina Ivanovna’s death, the usual flow of his thoughts seemed to be disrupted. But, despite the fact that this new fact worried him extremely, Raskolnikov was somehow in no hurry to explain the matter. Sometimes, suddenly finding himself somewhere in a remote and secluded part of the city, in some miserable tavern, alone, at the table, in thought, and barely remembering how he got here, he suddenly remembered Svidrigailov: he was suddenly too clear and anxious it was recognized that it would be necessary to come to an agreement with this person as soon as possible and, perhaps, make a final decision. Once, going somewhere beyond the outpost, he even imagined that Svidrigailov was waiting here and that they had a meeting here. Another time he woke up before dawn somewhere on the ground, in the bushes, and almost did not understand how he had wandered here. However, in these two or three days after the death of Katerina Ivanovna, he had already met Svidrigailov twice, always almost in Sonya’s apartment, where he went somehow without a purpose, but always almost for a minute. They always exchanged short words and never once spoke about the main point, as if they had naturally agreed to remain silent about it for the time being. Katerina Ivanovna’s body still lay in the coffin. Svidrigailov ordered the funeral and took care of it. Sonya was also very busy. At the last meeting, Svidrigailov explained to Raskolnikov that he somehow ended with Katerina Ivanovna’s children, and ended successfully; that, thanks to some connections, he found such persons with the help of whom it was possible to place all three orphans immediately in very decent institutions for them; that the money set aside for them also helped a lot, since it is much easier to place orphans with capital than orphans of beggars. He said something about Sonya, promised to go to Raskolnikov himself one of these days and mentioned that “he would like to consult; that we really need to talk, that there are such things...” This conversation took place in the entryway, near the stairs. Svidrigailov looked intently into Raskolnikov’s eyes and suddenly, after a pause and lowering his voice, he asked:

- Why, Rodion Romanych, are you so not yourself? Right! You listen and look, but it’s as if you don’t understand. You will be encouraged. Let’s talk: it’s just a pity that there’s a lot of business, both foreign and our own... Eh, Rodion Romanych,” he suddenly added, “all people need air, air, sir... First of all!

He suddenly stepped aside to let the priest and sexton enter the stairs. They were going to serve a memorial service. By order of Svidrigailov, funeral services were served twice a day, carefully. Svidrigailov went his own way. Raskolnikov stood, thought, and followed the priest into Sonya’s apartment.

He stood in the doorway. The service began, quietly, decorously, sadly. In the consciousness of death and in the feeling of the presence of death there was always something heavy and mystically terrible for him, from childhood; and it had been a long time since he had heard a funeral service. And there was something else here too, too terrible and disturbing. He looked at the children: they were all standing at the coffin, on their knees, Polechka was crying. Behind them, quietly and as if timidly crying, Sonya prayed. “But these days she never looked at me or said a word to me,” Raskolnikov suddenly thought. The sun brightly illuminated the room; incense smoke rose in clouds; the priest read “God Rest.” Raskolnikov defended his entire service. While blessing and saying goodbye, the priest looked around somehow strangely. After the service, Raskolnikov approached Sonya. She suddenly took him by both hands and bowed her head to his shoulder. This short gesture even struck Raskolnikov with bewilderment; It was even strange: how? not the slightest disgust, not the slightest disgust towards him, not the slightest shudder in her hand! This was some kind of infinity of one’s own humiliation. That's how he understood it, at least. Sonya didn't say anything. Raskolnikov shook her hand and left. It became terribly difficult for him. If it were possible to go somewhere at that moment and remain completely alone, at least for the rest of his life, then he would consider himself happy. But the fact is that lately, although he was almost always alone, he could not feel that he was alone. It happened to him to go out of town, to go out onto the high road, even once he went out into some grove; but the more secluded the place was, the more conscious he seemed to be of someone’s close and alarming presence, not that scary, but somehow very annoying, so he quickly returned to the city, mingled with the crowd, entered taverns, drinking bars , walked to Tolkuchy, to Sennaya. It seemed to be easier and even more secluded here. In one tavern, before the evening, they sang songs: he sat for a whole hour, listening, and remembered that he even felt very pleased. But towards the end he suddenly became restless again; as if remorse suddenly began to torment him: “Here, I’m sitting, listening to songs, but what should I do?” - he seemed to think. However, he immediately realized that this was not the only thing that worried him; there was something that required immediate resolution, but which could neither be comprehended nor conveyed in words. Everything was wrapped up in some kind of ball. “No, a fight would be better! It would be better if Porfiry again... or Svidrigailov... It would be better if there was some kind of challenge again, someone’s attack... Yes! Yes!" - he thought. He left the tavern and almost ran. For some reason, the thought of Duna and his mother suddenly filled him with a sort of panic fear. That night, before the morning, he woke up in the bushes, on Krestovsky Island, all shivering, in a fever; he went home and arrived early in the morning. After several hours of sleep, the fever passed, but he woke up too late: it was two o’clock in the afternoon.

He remembered that Katerina Ivanovna’s funeral was scheduled for that day, and was glad that he was not present at it. Nastasya brought him food; he ate and drank with great appetite, almost greedily. His head was clearer, and he himself was calmer than these last three days. He even marveled, briefly, at the previous surges of his panic fear. The door opened and Razumikhin entered.

- A! He’s eating, so he’s not sick! - said Razumikhin, took a chair and sat down at the table opposite Raskolnikov. He was alarmed and did not try to hide it. He spoke with visible annoyance, but without haste and without particularly raising his voice. One would think that some special and even exclusive intention was lodged in him. “Listen,” he began decisively, “to hell with you all, but from what I see now, I see clearly that I can’t understand anything; Please don't think I'm here to question you. Don't care! I don’t want to! Now reveal everything yourself, all your secrets, so maybe I won’t even listen, I’ll spit and leave. I only came to find out personally and definitively: is it true, firstly, that you are crazy? About you, you see, there is a belief (well, there, somewhere) that you may be crazy or very inclined to do so. I confess to you that I myself was strongly inclined to support this opinion, firstly, judging by your stupid and partly vile actions (inexplicable), and secondly, by your recent behavior with your mother and sister. Only a monster and a scoundrel, if not a madman, could have done to them the way you did; and therefore you are crazy...

-Have you seen them lately?

- Now. Have you seen it since then? Where are you hanging around, please tell me, I came to see you three times. Mother has been seriously ill since yesterday. I'm going to see you; Avdotya Romanovna began to hold back; doesn’t want to listen to anything: “If he, he says, is sick, if his mind is confused, who will help him if not his mother?” We all came here, so we can’t leave her alone. Right up to your door they begged you to calm down. They came in, you weren’t there, that’s where she was sitting. She sat for ten minutes, we stood over her, silently. She stood up and said: “If he comes out of the yard, and therefore is healthy and has forgotten his mother, then it is indecent and shameful for the mother to stand at the doorstep and beg for affection, like handouts.” She returned home and fell ill; now in the heat: “I see,” he says, “he has time for his own.” She believes that hers is Sofya Semyonovna, your fiancée, or mistress, I don’t know. I immediately went to Sofya Semyonovna, because, brother, I wanted to find out everything - I came and looked: the coffin was standing, the children were crying. Sofya Semyonovna tries on mourning dresses for them. You are absent. He looked, apologized and left, and reported it to Avdotya Romanovna. Everything, therefore, is nonsense, and there is nothing of our own here, most likely, therefore, madness. But here you sit and eat boiled beef, as if you haven’t eaten for three days. Let’s say that crazy people eat it too, but even though you didn’t say a word to me, you… are not crazy! I will swear to this. First of all, not crazy. So, to hell with you all, because there is some kind of mystery, some kind of secret; and I don’t intend to rack my brains over your secrets. “So I just came in to swear,” he concluded, getting up, “to relieve my soul, but I know what to do now!”

- What do you want to do now?

- Why do you care what I want to do now?

- Look, you'll drink!

- Why... why did you know this?

- Well, here we go again!

“You have always been a very reasonable person and you have never, never been crazy,” he suddenly remarked with fervor. - It’s like this: I’ll drink! Goodbye! - And he started to walk.

“I was talking about you about three days ago, I think, with my sister, Razumikhin.”

- About me! Yes... where could you have seen her the day before? — Razumikhin suddenly stopped and even turned a little pale. One could guess that his heart was beating slowly and tensely in his chest.

“She came here, alone, sat here, talked to me.

- She!

- Yes she.

- What were you saying... I mean, about me?

- Does she know it herself?

- Well, here's another one! Wherever I went, no matter what happened to me, you would remain with them by providence. I, so to speak, hand them over to you, Razumikhin. I say this because I absolutely know how much you love her, and I am convinced of the purity of your heart. I also know that she can love you, and maybe even does. Now decide for yourself, as you know best, whether you should or should not drink it.

- Rodka... You see... Well... Oh, damn it! Where do you want to go? You see: if it’s all a secret, then let it be! But I... I find out a secret... And I’m sure that it’s certainly some kind of nonsense and terrible trifles, and that you’re the one who started it all. However, you are a great person! An excellent person!..

“And I just wanted to add to you, but you interrupted, that you thought this out very well just now, so that these mysteries and secrets would not be recognized.” Leave it until time, don't worry. You will find out everything in due time, exactly when you need it. Yesterday one person told me that a person needs air, air, air! I want to go to him now and find out what he means by this.

“This is a political conspirator! Maybe! And he’s on the eve of some decisive step—that’s for sure! It can’t be otherwise and... and Dunya knows...” he suddenly thought to himself.

“So Avdotya Romanovna comes to see you,” he said, chanting the words, “and you yourself want to see a man who says that you need more air, air and... and, therefore, this letter... this is also something from the same,” he concluded, as if to himself.

- Which letter?

“She received one letter today, she was very alarmed. Very. Too much even. I started talking about you - I asked you to shut up. Then... then she said that maybe we would part very soon, then she began to thank me warmly for something; then she went to her room and locked herself in.

- Yes, a letter; You didn `t know? Hm.

They were both silent.

- Goodbye, Rodion. I, brother... there was one time... but by the way, goodbye, you see, there was one time... Well, goodbye! It's time for me too. I won't drink. Now don't... you're lying!

Imagine, remember, I defended them here? Do you believe that he deliberately staged this whole scene of fighting and laughter on the stairs, with his comrade, when they were climbing up, the janitor and two witnesses, precisely for the challenge. What cunning, what presence of mind in such a puppy! It's hard to believe; Yes, he explained it himself, he admitted everything himself! And how I got into trouble! Well, in my opinion, this is only the genius of pretense and resourcefulness, the genius of legal challenge - and therefore, there is nothing particularly surprising! Can't there be such things? And that he broke down and confessed, I believe him even more for that. More plausible... But like me, I got into trouble then! I climbed the wall for them!

- Please tell me where you learned this and why you are so interested in it? - Raskolnikov asked with visible excitement.

- Well, here we go again! Why am I interested! I asked!.. And I found out from Porfiry, among others. However, I learned almost everything from him.

- From Porfiry?

- From Porfiry.

“He explained it to me perfectly.” He explained it psychologically, in his own way.

- Did he explain? Did I explain it to you myself?

- By myself; Goodbye! I’ll tell you something else later, but now it’s done. There... there was one time that I thought... Well, so what; then!.. Why should I get drunk now? You got me drunk without wine. I'm drunk, Rodka! Now I'm drunk without wine, well, goodbye; I'll come in; very soon.

He left.

They went on dates... But she also hinted to me. According to many of her words... and words... and hints, it all turns out exactly like that! And how else can we explain all this confusion? Hm! And I was thinking... Oh my God, what was I thinking about? Yes, sir, it was an eclipse, and I am to blame for it! It was he then at the lamp, in the corridor, who brought the eclipse on me. Ugh! What a nasty, rude, vile thought on my part! Well done Mikolka for confessing... And now everything is explained as before! This illness of his then, all his strange actions, even before, before, back at the university, how gloomy and gloomy he was always... But what does this letter mean now? There's probably something here too. Who is this letter from? I suspect... Hm. No, I’ll find out everything.”

He remembered and realized everything about Dounia, and his heart sank. He took off and ran.

Raskolnikov, as soon as Razumikhin came out, stood up, turned to the window, pushed into a corner, into another, as if forgetting about the cramped space of his kennel, and... sat down again on the sofa. He seemed completely renewed; there is a struggle again - that means there is an outcome!

“Yes, that means the outcome has been found! Otherwise, everything was too tight and clogged, it became painful to press, some kind of dope was attacking. From the very scene with Mikolka at Porfiry’s, he began to suffocate without a way out, in the cramped space. After Mikolka, on the same day, there was a stage at Sonya’s; he led and finished her completely, not at all in the way he could have imagined before... he weakened, which means instantly and radically! Together! And he agreed with Sonya then, he himself agreed, he agreed with his heart that he couldn’t live alone with such a thing in his soul! And Svidrigailov? Svidrigailov is a mystery... Svidrigailov worries him, it’s true, but somehow from the wrong side. There may also still be a fight with Svidrigailov. Svidrigailov, perhaps, is also a whole outcome; but Porfiry is a different matter.

So, Porfiry himself also explained to Razumikhin, explained to him psychologically! I’ve started to let my damn psychology down again! Porfiry? So that Porfiry would believe for even one minute that Mikolka is guilty, after what happened between them then, after that scene, eye to eye, before Mikolka, for which it is impossible to find a correct interpretation, except for one? (Several times during these days, Raskolnikov flashed and remembered in fragments this whole scene with Porfiry; in general, he could not bear the memory.) At that time such words were spoken between them, such movements and gestures occurred, they exchanged such glances, it was said something in such a voice reached such extremes that after this it was not Mikolka (whom Porfiry had guessed by heart from the first word and gesture), not Mikolka, who could shake the very foundation of his convictions.

avert Razumikhin's eyes to Mikolka? After all, he was certainly up to something; There are intentions here, but what? True, a lot of time had passed since that morning - too, too much, and there was neither a word nor a breath of Porfiry. Well, this, of course, is worse...” Raskolnikov took his cap and, lost in thought, walked out of the room. The first day, during all this time, he felt at least sane. “We must end things with Svidrigailov,” he thought, “and at any cost, as quickly as possible: this one, too, seems to be waiting for me to come to him myself.” And at that moment such hatred suddenly rose from his tired heart that, perhaps, he could have killed one of these two: Svidrigailov or Porfiry. At least he felt that, if not now, then later he was able to do it. “We’ll see, we’ll see,” he repeated to himself.

But he had just opened the door to the hallway when he suddenly ran into Porfiry himself. He came in to him. Raskolnikov was dumbfounded for one minute. Strangely, he was not very surprised by Porfiry and was almost not afraid of him. He only shuddered, but quickly, instantly prepared himself. “Perhaps there is a denouement! But how did he come up quietly, like a cat, and I didn’t hear anything? Did you really eavesdrop?

“We weren’t expecting a guest, Rodion Romanych,” Porfiry Petrovich cried out, laughing. “I’ve been meaning to stop by for a long time, I’m passing by and thinking, why not come in for five minutes and check on me.” Are you going somewhere? I won't delay you. Just one cigarette, if I may.

“Yes, sit down, Porfiry Petrovich, sit down,” Raskolnikov seated the guest, with such an apparently satisfied and friendly look that, really, he would have been surprised at himself, if he could have looked at himself. The last ones, the scum were scraping out! Sometimes such a person will endure half an hour of mortal fear with a robber, and when they finally put a knife to his throat, then even the fear will pass. He sat down straight in front of Porfiry and looked at him without blinking. Porfiry squinted and began to light a cigarette.

“Well, speak, speak,” as if it wanted to jump out of Raskolnikov’s heart. “Well, well, why aren’t you talking?”

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Epilogue

The narrative of the novel ends with the confession episode. In the epilogue, the author briefly describes the events that took place over the next year and a half:

• Raskolnikov's mother died of a nervous breakdown a few months after the trial. She did not know the truth about her son, but, apparently, she guessed something.
• Dunya married Razumikhin 2 months after the trial.
• Raskolnikov's trial took place 5 months after his confession. He was given 8 years of hard labor in Siberia. The punishment was commuted thanks to a confession (as Porfiry promised).
• Sonya followed Raskolnikov to Siberia.