Here, Rodya, sit up.

I'll hold you.

Take the pen and scribble 'Raskolnikov' for him.

For just now, brother, money is sweeter to us than treacle." "I don't want it," said Raskolnikov, pushing away the pen.
"Not want it ?" "I won't sign it." "How the devil can you do without signing it ?" "I don't want...

the money." "Don't want the money! Come, brother, that's nonsense, I bear witness.
Don't trouble, please, it's only that he is on his travels again.