The protagonist a man that daydreams all day, roaming madly around the city while dreaming, living in a world of fantasies and how reality hits him one day by some certain coincidence (no spoilers here:))
I've first read that 13 years ago at the age of 11 and it was how I got the first hint about my dreams being "a little bit" more extra than other people. I was scared af to become that guy some day and certainly denied that I was a dreamer. And these very days I'd been busy dreaming myself in Dostoevsky stories from dusk till dawn
Lately while I was studying russian I got to read the book again and saw it in a complete different light. It feels like the guy has some blessing and a curse just like the different sides of a same coin. Has anyone read that book? Any opinions about it?