Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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FROM THE AWARD-WINNING TRANSLATORS RICHARD PEVEAR AND LARISSA VOLOKHONSKY
Raskolnikov is a troubled young man adrift in the dark and chaotic streets of St Petersburg.
Desperate for money, he plans a perfect crime - the murder of a vile pawnbroker who no one will miss. Convinced that all great men commit crimes to benefit mankind, Raskolnikov steps beyond good and evil.
So begins one of the greatest novels ever written: a journey into the criminal mind, a police thriller and a philosophical meditation on morality and redemption.
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