A few days from the life of I. I. Oblomov (№ 320439)

- You said that the other is not worse than the us - moving. Other - no worse that what is already done! Now I know that I'm still way! You thought you poison people that is "different"? I tell you what it is? Do you know what - "the other", huh? Other, so really, take, and move to a new apartment. Vaughn, Nagaev, take the line under the mouse, two shirts in a handkerchief and went... "Where, you say?" - "Move!". Here it is - "another"! And do you think I am, "other", huh?
- Come, sir, to torment me pathetic words!
- Well, I - "the other"? Am I rushing to work? Eat little, or what? Thin or miserable in appearance? Well, perhaps I have something missing? Yes I have in my entire life never myself stocking on the leg strap. Long live, thank God! To whom I say this? Well aren't you the one childhood went for me? You know, I saw that I was brought up tenderly, nor cold, nor hunger never suffered, need not know the bread he earned, generally the black matter is not engaged. Well, how is it you have after all got the nerve to equate me with others?