Bobok
A downloadable game for Windows, macOS, and Linux
"Bobok" is a kinetic visual novel based on Fyodor Dostoyevsky's short story of the same name.
1873. St. Petersburg.
Not the most prominent literary man was dubbed in newspapers as a madman. His portrait with two phenomenally symmetrical and lively warts was to blame! Unheard of human stupidity surrounds the writer.
Wishing to divert himself, he enters a funeral where he begins to hear the voices of undead people... Maybe at least they are smarter than living ones?
- Unknown Dostoevsky
One of the most atypical and wierdest works of the great Russian writer Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky (author of Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov). Black humor, satire, grotesque, and a cross-section of the author's entire oeuvre fit into a short story where fantastic madness goes hand in hand with documented reality. The game is great for those who want to experience the original text.
- Glossary
The handy hint system prevents you from being confused by terms and easily fills in the missing knowledge. It is more convenient and informative than footnotes in books.
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- Localization Workshop
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Purchase
In order to download this game you must purchase it at or above the minimum price of $4.99 USD. Your purchase comes with a Steam key. You will get access to the following files:
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A strange requirement. I did not resent it, I am a timid man; but here they have actually made me out mad. An artist painted my portrait as it happened: "After all, you are a literary man," he said. I submitted, he exhibited it. I read: "Go and look at that morbid face suggesting insanity."
It may be so, but think of putting it so bluntly into print. In print everything ought to be decorous; there ought to be ideals, while instead of that . . .
Say it indirectly, at least; that's what you have style for. But no, he doesn't care to do it indirectly. Nowadays humour and a fine style have disappeared, and abuse is accepted as wit. I do not resent it: but God knows I am not enough of a literary man to go out of my mind. I have written a novel, it has not been published. I have written articles - they have been refused. Those articles I took about from one editor to another; everywhere they refused them: you have no salt they told me. "What sort of salt do you want?" I asked with a sneer. "Attic salt?"