Yes, there it lay on the sofa under the quilt, but it was so covered with dust and grime that Zametov could not have seen anything on it.
"Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the police office?
Where's the notice?
Bah! I am mixing it up; that was then.

I looked at my sock then, too, but now...

now I have been ill.

But what did Zametov come for?
Why did Razumihin bring him ?" he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again.

"What does it mean?
Am I still in delirium, or is it real?
I believe it is real....