The cramped room where Raskolnikov lives behind on rent, so small and oppressive that it seems to press his thoughts inward. It is a hiding place, a sickroom, and a pressure chamber for the private ideas he will not submit to ordinary human company.
Part II, Chapter I
After the murders, the room becomes the place where he hides, burns, and loses time, watched by servants, porters, and friends who cannot know what illness means.
Part III, Chapter VI
Svidrigaïlov appears in the room like a figure out of Raskolnikov's nightmare, making the lodging feel less private than ever.
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