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Bobok
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Bobok
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Bobok

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Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a great Russian author in the 19th century.  Dostoyevsky’s work is noted for its description of human psychology in the difficult environment of Russia during his time.  Dostoyevsky’s classics such as Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov are considered to be among the greatest novels ever written.  This edition of Bobok includes a table of contents.
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Release dateMar 22, 2018
ISBN9781531280987
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Fyodor Dostoyevsky was born in Moscow in 1821. He died in 1881 having written some of the most celebrated works in the history of literature, including Crime and Punishment, The Idiot, and The Brothers Karamazov.

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    Bobok - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    BOBOK

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    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Bobok

    BOBOK

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    Translated by Constance Garnett

    [a Bobok is a small bean]

    Semyon Ardalyonovitch said to me all of a sudden the day before yesterday: Why, will you ever be sober, Ivan Ivanovitch? Tell me that, pray.

    A strange requirement. I did not resent it, I am a timid man; but here they have actually made me out mad. An artist painted my portrait as it happened: After all, you are a literary man, he said. I submitted, he exhibited it. I read: Go and look at that morbid face suggesting insanity.

    It may be so, but think of putting it so bluntly into print. In print everything ought to be decorous; there ought to be ideals, while instead of that . . .

    Say it indirectly, at least; that’s what you have style for. But no, he doesn’t care to do it indirectly. Nowadays humour and a fine style have disappeared, and abuse is accepted as wit. I do not resent it: but God knows I am not enough of a literary man to go out of my mind. I have written a novel, it has not been published. I have written articles — they have been refused. Those articles I took about from one editor to another; everywhere they refused them: you have no salt they told

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