airport and have lunch with Arafat in a hotel overlooking

two little ones in her arms crouched, terrified, on the trunk in the

corner of the room, where she waited trembling for her mother to

come back. Amalia Ivanovna raged about the room, shrieking,

lamenting and throwing everything she came across on the floor. The

lodgers talked incoherently, some commented to the best of their

ability on what had happened, others quarreled and swore at one

another, while others struck up a song....

"Now it's time for me to go," thought Raskolnikov. "Well, Sofya