Lecturing Raskolnikov (or How to Properly Stab an Old Widow) Lyrics

Raskolnikov:

"Everone spills it, the
blood," he answered, out of himself.
"Blood flows and has always flowed, as a
cascade. Those that make it flow like champagne
are crowned at the Capitol and are named the
benefactors of Humanity. I, once desired the good
of men and would've done hundreds, thousands of
good actions in exchange for this unique
stupidity, not even, this clumsiness! For the idea
in itself wasn't that stupid as it appears now (to
the light of Failure)

...to the light of Failure, everything seems
stupid, to the light of Vengeance, everything
seems justified, to the light of Pity, everything
seems out of value. But nonetheless, I will not
adopt your views: if I had been successful, I
would've been crowned instead."

Dounetchka:

"But it's not like that, not at
all! Brother, what say you?"


Raskolnikov:

"Ah! The form isn't good; the
form is not acceptable from the standpoint view of
aesthetic! And well, really, I don't understand
how dropping bombs on the people during a siege in
rule replies to a more honorable form? The fear of
aesthetic is the first sign of powerlessness...
Never, never before have I so consciously seen as
of now, and less than ever do I understand why my
particular deed is a crime! A crime? Never, never
before have I been more convinced then as of now.
Never!"

But while pronouncing the last sentence, his look
met the gaze of Dounia and he read so much
suffering in that gaze, he succumbed. He felt
that, despite all, he had brought sadness to these
two poor women, For he was, the cause of it all...