The city around Raskolnikov is not a grand capital but a hot, stifling maze of rented rooms, taverns, police offices, markets, and bridges. Its crowds press against private shame, and its poverty has no clean edge between student, drunkard, official, pawnbroker, and street girl.
Part I, Chapter VII
After the murders, the city's ordinary staircases, gates, porters, and passers-by become a trap in which every sound might be pursuit.
Part VI, Chapter VIII
The city sends Raskolnikov back through the Hay Market and into the police office, turning the same public streets into the road toward confession.
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