Hefeltstrangelyattractedbythesingingandallthenoiseanduproarinthesaloonbelow……Someonecouldbeheardwithindancingfrantically,markingtimewithhisheelstothesoundsoftheguitarandofathinfalsettovoicesingingajauntyair。Helistenedintently,gloomilyanddreamily,bendingdownattheentranceandpeepinginquisitivelyinfromthepavement-
“Oh,myhandsomesoldierDon\'tbeatmefornothing,“-
trilledthethinvoiceofthesinger。Raskolnikovfeltagreatdesiretomakeoutwhathewassinging,asthougheverythingdependedonthat。
“ShallIgoin？”hethought。“Theyarelaughing。Fromdrink。ShallI
getdrunk？”