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by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Epistolary novel Social realism Poverty Social inequality Love Isolation Human dignity
Poor Folk, also translated as Poor People, was the first work of the Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky and published in 1846.
Makar Alekséievich Dévushkin and Varvara Alekséievna Dobrosiólova are distant family and live in St. Petersburg. Varvara is affectionately called by Makar as Várenka. She is an orphan and when her father died, she went to live with a lady named Anna, who is especially cruel to her. There she dedicates herself to sewing with her partner Fedora. Makar is a state official.
Both send letters to each other on a regular basis. In them, they discuss society, their personal problems, work or the poverty of both. This low standard of living is the main theme of the novel.
Varvara is ill and her personal and economic situation is unsustainable, so she will have to take a radical turn in her life against her feelings...
This edition is based on the 1915 translation by C. J. Hogarth.
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About Fyodor Dostoevsky
Russian novelist, philosopher, short story writer, essayist, and journalist. His work explored human psychology in the troubled political, social, ...
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After all, one drinks tea largely to please one's fellow men, Barbara, and to give oneself tone and an air of gentility (though, of myself, I care little about such things, for I am not a man of the finicking sort).
I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!
I declined, as I say, to play cards, and was, therefore, requested to discourse on philosophy, after which no one spoke to me at all.
