The title above was that of a textbook on Russian literature I saw in Washington DC years ago (for those who cannot read Cyrilics, the textbook above is NOT it).
Everyone loves Russian authors.
Unless you are Russian yourself, you find this soul-searching deep, profound, wonderful.
Russians find it 'heavy'.
When you live in the midst of a heavy reality, you simply want to escape. You want some light, some silly hope. You want to think a bit less, maybe.
Anyhow, it's long story. Better to talk about it live, ok?