Firstly, what an ungodly amount of politeness and political correctness in the era. Honestly made me cringe from time to time, as the "flirt" is smaller than small talk in a cafe, yet one of biggest cues through the story. This story is basically the meme of hooking up in england 1752 and having to undo bazillion buttons and 45 layers of clothing to find a fishy reproductive organ and half-crust half-skin to get touchy to, but instead of hooking up its an ill millionaire trying to flirt.

Now i know Dostoyevsky was a sad old poor man, but the story was so lame by todays world i had to look up if he actually had any romance in his life. This book is great in portraying the "walk" done around high class society, so im not hating on the writing, but honestly i felt so relieved when it was over. Sorry Dostoyevsky, you are depressing.