âA dim, cramped 19th-century St. Petersburg boarding room with peeling walls and weak evening light. Raskolnikov sits on a narrow, messy bed, looking pale, sickly, withdrawn, and tense, his hands clasped and head slightly lowered. In front of him stands Nastasya, a stout, rough but kind-hearted maid in simple worn clothing, gesturing with a mix of frustration and concern as she scolds him. A small wooden table holds a bowl of cold soup and a spoon. Shadows flicker from a single candle on a shelf. The atmosphere is heavy, intimate, and emotionally charged, in the style of a realistic, classical oil painting with warm brown tones and dramatic lighting.â See more