The flowers especially caught his attention; he gazed at them longer than at anything.

He was met, too, by luxurious carriages and by men and women on horseback; he watched them with curious eyes and forgot about them before they had vanished from his sight.

Once he stood still and counted his money; he found he had thirty copecks.

"Twenty to the policeman, three to Nastasya for the letter, so I must have given forty-seven or fifty to the Marmeladovs yesterday," he thought, reckoning it up for some unknown reason, but he soon forgot with what object he had taken the money out of his pocket.
He recalled it on passing an eating-house or tavern, and felt that he was hungry....

Going into the tavern he drank a glass of vodka and ate a pie of some sort.