It is a very depressing long novel, it takes courage to start than to end. I couldn't stop to read day and night, and felt equally depressed along Dostoyevsky's surgical knife-like description that reveals a man's psychology, moral, ego and self defense, layer by layer. The conscience torment after committing the crime is the punishment. Interweaved with true love and friendship, innocence and evils, depravation and passion in the stuffy and decaying city, there is always a spark of hope or kindness, maybe that's how Dostoyevsky carried himself through those dark days. What strikes me most is the last page ending, arguably superfluous, it unexpectedly turns to a sudden happy ending - finally love conquers egoism, after suffering comes redemption and resurrection. It's very Christian! Yet remind me of Buddhism that 烦恼即菩提 Affliction is Budhi. No matter how depressed the fact of life is, people still needs hope, that's where religion stands for the sufferers and intellectuals.