Cornell University Press, 260 pp., $29.95
In the opening pages of Dostoevsky's story 'White Nights' the narrator wanders around St. Petersburg trying to explain why the streets are so empty. For three whole days he walks about in a state of anguish—he does not see a single one of his nodding acquaintances—until at last he realizes what is wrong. 'Blow me if they're not all sneaking off to their dachas!'
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