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- Author: Ivan Goncharov
- Publisher: Wildside Press
- ISBN-10: 0809594153
- ISBN-13: 9780809594153
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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OBLOMOV'S DREAM: In the dining room -- a room at once elegant and simply appointed -- a cheerful fire was glowing, and Zakhar, now promoted to the dignity of a major-domo, and adorned with whiskers turned wholly grey, was laying a large, round table to a pleasant accompanying tinkle of crystal and silver as he arranged, here a decanter and there a fork. Presently the dreamer saw his wife and himself sit down to a bountiful supper. Yes, and with them was Schtoltz, the comrade of his youth, his unchanging friend, with other well-known faces. Lastly, he could see the inmates of the house retiring to rest. . . . Oblomov's features blushed with delight at the vision. So clear, so vivid, so poetical was it all that for a moment he lay with his face buried in the sofa cushions. Suddenly there had come upon him a dim longing for love and quiet happiness; suddenly he had become athirst for the fields and the hills of his native place, for his home, for a wife, for children. . . .
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- Author: Ivan Goncharov
- Publisher: Wildside Press
- ISBN-10: 0809594153
- ISBN-13: 9780809594153
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
OBLOMOV'S DREAM: In the dining room -- a room at once elegant and simply appointed -- a cheerful fire was glowing, and Zakhar, now promoted to the dignity of a major-domo, and adorned with whiskers turned wholly grey, was laying a large, round table to a pleasant accompanying tinkle of crystal and silver as he arranged, here a decanter and there a fork. Presently the dreamer saw his wife and himself sit down to a bountiful supper. Yes, and with them was Schtoltz, the comrade of his youth, his unchanging friend, with other well-known faces. Lastly, he could see the inmates of the house retiring to rest. . . . Oblomov's features blushed with delight at the vision. So clear, so vivid, so poetical was it all that for a moment he lay with his face buried in the sofa cushions. Suddenly there had come upon him a dim longing for love and quiet happiness; suddenly he had become athirst for the fields and the hills of his native place, for his home, for a wife, for children. . . .
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