Movie: A few days from the life of I. I. Oblomov

All I can think about is how to live, and why - no one wants to think.

- 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.

Oh, Ilya, just look, the smell! If the health was thing you see and smell, I'm sure he would be kind, the way it should smell! <...> Ilya, throw yourself before a fat, the weight of the body, and then departs the soul sleep.

- 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?