A few days from the life of I. I. Oblomov (№ 320442)

- I'm tired, tired, tired!
- What, Ilya?
- From everything! From dances, meetings, tea parties, conversations! From this continuous running race. From gossip, from gossip. I don't like your Petersburg life! <...> no one has a clear, deceased. One tormented, condemned every day to go to work, and the other heavy sighs that he has no sort of grace.