Author of quotes: Ivan Aleksandrovich Goncharov. Page 2

Andrew often away from business or from secular crowds, in the evening, the ball went to sit on the wide sofa of Oblomov in lazy conversation, to divert and calm the anxious or weary soul and ever experienced that soothing feeling of a man coming from the great hall under his own modest shelter, or returning from the beauty of the southern nature to the birch grove, where we walked a child.

How a person can be close to Oblomov, in which every feature, every step, all existence was a blatant protest against the life of Stoltz? It seems to have resolved the issue that the opposite extreme, if not serve as a pretext for sympathy as I thought before, it does not prevent it.

Do I need to add that he went to his goal, bravely stepping through all the obstacles, and perhaps only then abandoned the task when on his way appeared a wall or opened an impassable abyss.
But he was not able to arm themselves with the courage that closing your eyes will bounce through the abyss, or throw at the wall at random. It will measure the abyss or wall, and if there is no right means to overcome it, he will depart, whatever may be said about him.

As subtly and gently as the imagination, he watched heart. Here, often stumbling, he had to admit that the sphere of heart poisoning was still terra incognita.

Most of all he was afraid of the imagination, this two-faced companion with a friendly and one enemy on the other side face of the other - the less I believe him, and the enemy, when I fall asleep trustingly under his sweet whisper.

And he sadly stayed home, cherished like an exotic flower in the greenhouse, and the same as the last under the glass, it grew slow and sluggish. Seeking manifestations of the force applied to the inside and nickle, fading.

Death they had passed from before the house dead head and not the feet of the gate; the fire - from the fact that the dog howled three nights under the window; and they petitioned that the dead man was carried feet from the gate, and they all ate the same, slept the same amount and still naked on the grass, howling dog beat and drove from the yard, and sparks from the torch still dumped into the crack of a rotten floor.

Adult Ilya Ilyich although after and learns that there is no honey and milk, no good fairies, although he jokes with a smile above the tales of nanny, but this smile is not sincere, it is accompanied by a secret sigh: story of he mingled with the life, and he unconsciously sad sometimes, why the story is not life, and life is not a fairy tale.

From human heard the hiss of the spindle but a quiet, thin voice Baba: it was hard to recognize her if she cries or improvising a mournful song without words.

No detail, no one feature did not escape the inquisitive attention of the child; lasting vrezalsya in the soul picture of domestic life; saturated soft mind living examples and unconsciously draws its life for the life that surrounds it.

Everything's been amazed that the gallery had collapsed, and on the eve wondered, as it lasts so long!

He is not a minor by a stranger, ready thoughts; he is the Creator and the performer of their ideas.
He get up of bed in the morning, after tea, lie down immediately on the sofa, prop up the head with her hand and ponders, spare no effort, until, until, finally, my head tired from the hard work and when the conscience will say pretty made today for the common good.
Then only he decided to rest from his labors and to change the position of caring for another, less businesslike and strict, more convenient for dreaming and well-being.

Strange acted the doctrine Ilya Ilyich: he between science and life was a whole mass, which he didn't try to move. Life had been on my own, and science itself.
He studied all the existing and long-existing rights, took a course and practical procedure, and when, on the occasion of a theft in the house, needed to write a paper to the police, he took a sheet of paper, pen, thought, thought, and sent for the clerk.

He believed that officials in one place was between a close-knit, close family, vigilantly cares for mutual peace of mind and pleasure that a visit to government offices is not a necessary habit that must be adhered to on a daily basis, and that the mud, the heat, or simply reluctance, will always serve as a sufficient and legitimate excuses for absence from office.
But how upset was he, when he saw what ought to be at the world earthquake, so as not to come healthy official on the service, and earthquakes, as a sin, in Petersburg does not happen; the flood, of course, could also serve as a barrier, but it rarely happens.