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Here is a novel as we like them: an in-depth character wherein, in a few pages, we identify the personality, a framework that holds from start to finish, a turnaround, and a clear and clean end.
Here, we find a poor copyist with only a simple worn-out hood with holes on his back. That's his dream: to be able to afford a coat. He saves every ruble until he can afford it, finally!!
Yes, but here it is: a few days after his previous purchases, he gets robbed, and everything drops until it dies.
And there, Gogol takes a big step towards mysticism by making his character return as a ghost-like masked avenger who strips the inhabitants of their coats. He will not find rest until he has obtained the one that will have brought him death!