A thin, very short story from Dostoyevsky.
Keen observations on superficiality and inequality (as keen as they could be with only a few pages to cover them). Relatable description of being very much an outsider at a party. A fairly well-sketched depiction of the merciless corruption of the sorts of people depicted.
But not much in the way of a particularly compelling story, although again, its brevity ensures it never has a chance to bore. I give it three cover-less books, and a fancy doll.