I am marking this as read because I am finished with it, but I did not finish reading it.

I made it halfway and then I kept trying to go back to it, and each time I tried I could only manage a page or two without getting frustrated. I hate this book. I hate this more than I have ever hated any other book. It is fewer than 100 pages but still I will never finish it. I will be happy to never read another word of it.

Young woman - who Fedor has given no real character or personality at all - says barely anything, then awkward young loser guy launches off into long rambling lectures about nonsense. Over and over. And I guess we're supposed to think all of these speeches show he has the soul of a deep thinker, perhaps even a poet?

He rambles at her all night before he even asks her name! This isn't a poet this is a narcissist.

It's the original literary representation of the meme with the guy in the nightclub talking to the girl who looks bored as hell.

How anybody has ever enjoyed this I do not understand.