1 He wetted the rag and rubbed the boots.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER VII 2 At once he rushed to the light to examine the sock and the rags.
3 With my rags I ought to wear a cap, any sort of old pancake, but not this grotesque thing.
4 From its rags he tore a long strip, a couple of inches wide and about sixteen inches long.
5 It was all in disorder, littered up with rags of all sorts, especially children's garments.
6 Look at the rags he's collected and sleeps with them, as though he has got hold of a treasure.
7 He looked; in his right hand he held the shreds he had cut from his trousers, the sock, and the rags of the pocket.
8 He turned everything over to the last threads and rags, and mistrusting himself, went through his search three times.
9 Zametov hunted all about your room for your socks, and with his own scented, ring-bedecked fingers he gave you the rag.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 2: CHAPTER III 10 Here his rags did not attract contemptuous attention, and one could walk about in any attire without scandalising people.
11 He was so badly dressed that even a man accustomed to shabbiness would have been ashamed to be seen in the street in such rags.
12 Then I got up in the morning, and put on my rags, lifted up my hands to heaven and set off to his excellency Ivan Afanasyvitch.
13 He looked angrily at him, though he tried to escape his notice, and stood impatiently biding his time, till the unwelcome man in rags should have moved away.
14 But there was such accumulated bitterness and contempt in the young man's heart, that, in spite of all the fastidiousness of youth, he minded his rags least of all in the street.
15 A big clumsy sofa occupied almost the whole of one wall and half the floor space of the room; it was once covered with chintz, but was now in rags and served Raskolnikov as a bed.
Crime and Punishment By Fyodor DostoevskyContextHighlight In PART 1: CHAPTER III 16 Round her thin long neck, which looked like a hen's leg, was knotted some sort of flannel rag, and, in spite of the heat, there hung flapping on her shoulders, a mangy fur cape, yellow with age.
17 Mechanically he drew from a chair beside him his old student's winter coat, which was still warm though almost in rags, covered himself up with it and once more sank into drowsiness and delirium.
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