Dostoyevzky, Tolsztoy, or Toorgenef are cheap substitutes of enduring literary value for people who can't afford to read the real, reader-intensive Russian classics. Especially in the remote villages of Gemer and Novohrad, you quite often meet people who have some "Chekhov" on their shelf and think that having read these cheap knock-offs, they are competent to have an insider's discussion of the great themes of Russian classics, such as God, love, immortality, crime, punishment and death. It is then difficult to discuss the great questions of existence with people brought up on such cheap copies of the Russian classics, or - as journalists have recently called them: Russian fiction - because Russian fiction does indeed at first sight resemble Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy or Turgenev in its choice of themes, characters and setting, but its values cease to be relevant after the second reading.