It appeared that the family had a room to themselves, not part of a room, but their room was practically a passage.

The door leading to the other rooms, or rather cupboards, into which Amalia Lippevechsel's flat was divided stood half open, and there was shouting, uproar and laughter within.

People seemed to be playing cards and drinking tea there.

Words of the most unceremonious kind flew out from time to time.
Raskolnikov recognised Katerina Ivanovna at once.

She was a rather tall, slim and graceful woman, terribly emaciated, with magnificent dark brown hair and with a hectic flush in her cheeks.