Обломов

Обломов[BOOKS] ✯ Обломов By Ivan Goncharov – Heartforum.co.uk The novel evolved and expanded from an 1849 short story or sketch entitled Oblomov's Dream The novel focuses on the midlife crisis of the main character Ilya Ilyich Oblomov an upper middle class son o The novel evolved and expanded from an short story or sketch entitled Oblomov's Dream The novel focuses on the midlife crisis of the main character Ilya Ilyich Oblomov an upper middle class son of a member of Russia's nineteenth century landed gentry Oblomov's distinguishing characteristic is his slothful attitude towards life While a common negative characteristic Oblomov raises this trait to an art form conducting his little daily business apathetically from his bed While clearly comedic the novel also seriously examines many critical issues that faced Russian society in the nineteenth century Some of these problems included the uselessness of landowners and gentry in a feudal society that did not encourage innovation or reform the complex relations between members of different classes of society such as Oblomov's relationship with his servant Zakhar and courtship and matrimony by the elite.

Ivan Alexandrovich Goncharov Russian Иван Александрович Гончаров was a Russian novelist best known as the author of Oblomov Иван Александрович Гончаров русский писатель; член корреспондент Императорской Академии наук по Разряду Русского языка и словесности .

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  • Paperback
  • 586 pages
  • Обломов
  • Ivan Goncharov
  • English
  • 01 September 2016
  • 9781933480091

10 thoughts on “Обломов

  1. Ilse(on semi-hiatus) says:

    It was the moment of solemn stillness in nature when the creative mind works actively poetic thoughts glow fervently the heart burns with passion ardently or suffers bitter anguish when the seed of a criminal design ripens unhindered in a cruel soul wheneverhtying in Oblomovka is peacefully and soundly asleep The hero of this delightful 19th century Russian masterpiece is the melancholy and slothful landowner Ilya Ilyitch Oblomov who spends about half of the book in bed Daydreaming about his childhood on Oblomovka the family estate he forges grand plans hindered than helped by his grumpy servant Zahar When the adorable Olga appears on stage singing Casta Diva Oblomov's listless lethargic life is turned upside down Heartwarming moving often funny and so recognizable After all isn’t there a little of Oblomov in all of us? Illustration N Shcheglov Dit is het uur waarin de weidse stilte van de nacht heel de natuur in zich opneemt waarin de scheppende geest nieuwe kracht ontvangt de dichtader rijkelijker vloeit waarin het hart heftiger klopt van hartstocht of pijnlijk ineenkrimpt van een smartelijk begeren waarin de kiem van de misdaad in het wrede gemoed tot welige bloei komt en waarin in Oblomowka allen ongestoord slapen De held van dit heerlijke 19de eeuwse meesterwerk is de melancholieke en aartsluie landeigenaar Ilja Oblomow die zowat de helft van het boek doezelend in bed doorbrengt Dagdromend over zijn jeugd op Oblomowka het familielandgoed smeedt hij grootse plannen daarbij meer gehinderd dan geholpen door zijn knorrige huisknecht Als de aanbiddelijke Olga op het toneel verschijnt wordt Oblomows lusteloze leventje danig overhoop gegooid Hartverwarmend ontroerend vaak grappig en heel herkenbaar want zijn wij niet allemaal een béétje Oblomow?

  2. knig says:

    I know I’m not going to do Oblomov justice this is what happens when I’m in awe I’m much better really at slagging books off Masterpieces leave me ‘I’m not worthy’ tongue tied Oblomov is so big he’s become a word in Russian ‘oblomovschina’ As in the Russian dictionary To mean ‘Godot ism’ or an existential couch potato The man is wedded to his couch life bubbles all around him at super sonic speed but Oblomov well hereclines He lays about 247 and then he dies The end But And yet There are so many layers to this the proverbial onion can but weep A helicopter view lays bare a man too lazy and apathetic to emulate a Hamlet simulacra If the latter debates the merit of ‘going on’ the former is merely ‘getting on’ Its not a uestion of ‘why live’ but one of getting the whole business of living over and done with Oblomov is simply waiting to die whether he realises it or not Zoom in closer and Oblomov is a metaphor a gynormous symbol Here is what ofHow many times have I cradled a pint and reminisced with ‘auld acuaintance’ on the ‘what ifs’ of life People locked into the mundane informed of socially accepted barriers which separate them from a degree of greatness the children the mortgage ailing parents they need to care for health constraints money woes; all of this and is why they tread the hamster wheel and live the groundhog day and notch one same old after another We clink glasses and toast and encourage each other in attaining even greater average ness for the sake of A’ that Goncharev as I see it lays bare this lie and promulgates Oblamov who doesn’t have any of the above or other worries but simply succumbs to the utilitarian without any excuse whatsoever Self limiting inauspicious unambitious unadventurous dispassionate locked in analysis paralysis passive call it sister because thats what the bulk of us are sheep No it wasn’t your momma what did it nor the groping catholic priest nor daddy whos sick in bed nor the lack of moolah its YOU No excuses One just wants movement in life or one doesn’t There is no point blaming circumstances in how we turn out this is very much a nature over nurture battle cryOblomov wallowing in utmost sloth inability to act or live in full knowledge of his dire circumstances has this to say ‘Yet no life but this do I wish or have it in my power to live’ uite a brave introspection Bottom line we are all EXACTLY where we want to be Regardless of what excuses we heap on our life shit pile we’re ultimately living the life we want That this is so is intuitive if we didn’t want our shit lives we would do something about it What we really mean is ‘I ‘m living my life exactly how I want it but this isn’t socially acceptable Therefore I’m going to conjure up a whole load of stock pile excuses as to why I’m doing this’ Oblamov is also a bit than a dissection of individual human psyche Goncharev also tackles ‘the Russian zeitgeist’ And how In exploring the collective consciousness of Russia he does something which I love love love for personal reasons being a multi cultural product myself He’s uick to spot the extreme backwardness and childishness and inutility of the apathetic superstitious milieu and he’s not afraid to show it But Yet In vivisecting and laying bare the dross of Russian trope he wields the scalpel with infinite care and love Underlying his condemnation is a profound and unrevokable love for his motherland a generous tolerance despite his misgivings an acknowledgement that no matter how deep the scalpel delves the body is still worth preserving I adore that kind dichotomy We are none of us so big for our britches that we can swipe away the ualia of our entire birth nation Really there can be no true negation by a native he will always be a product Goncharev knows thisOblamov is also a bit than a dissection of individual and collective consciousness It is also a riotous satire a Massala of humour so understated and elegant its ephemeral in its delicacy The scene with the arrival of a letter at Oblomovo surely must must rate as one of the virtuoso moments in literature of any epoch Oblamov is also a bit than a dissection of individual and collective consciousness and take a deep breath a riotous satire Its a philosophical treatise on the meaning of life and non so touched me as Olga Segeivna There is perhaps no other literary character I have come across so far who portrays my own conundrums and fears as she does; and its immensely comforting to see that I am not alone in the penumbra What a book Really

  3. İntellecta says:

    Oblomov by Ivan GoncharovThe novel shows the conditions in Russia before a long time A declining nobility harassed by energetic citizens The characters in the novel represent the people we meet in our daily lives Busy Stolz lazy Oblomov obstinate servant Sachar false Tarantjew The book is both magical and tragic It also offers funny parts Anyone who can get used to occasionally somewhat outdated formulations will find a real treasure here It´s not only Oblomov that is remarkable here but especially the design of Olga which is plunged into a serious identity crisis as a result of her efforts to bring about Oblomov In general Goncharov's woman portrayal his partisanship is extremely modern for her and one reason to read this novel It's really a classic Very amusing with very fine humor By the way the book gets and exciting towards the end So whoever keep going on it will be rewarded

  4. Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    884 Oblomovka Обломов Oblomov Ivan GoncharovOblomov is the second novel by Russian writer Ivan Goncharov first published in 1859 Ilya Ilyich Oblomov is the central character of the novel portrayed as the ultimate incarnation of the superfluous man a symbolic character in 19th century Russian literature Oblomov is a young generous nobleman who seems incapable of making important decisions or undertaking any significant actions Throughout the novel he rarely leaves his room or bed In the first 50 pages he manages only to move from his bed to a chair The book was considered a satire of Russian nobility whose social and economic function was increasingly uestioned in mid nineteenth century Russia It has been said that no other novel has been used to describe the ever so elusive 'Russian mentality' or 'Russian soul' as freuently as Oblomovعنوانها ابلوموف؛ آبلوموف؛ نویسنده ایوان گنچاروف؛ انتشاراتیها امیرکبیر، نشر چشمه، فرهنگ معاصر ادبیات روسیه سده 19؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش ماه می سال 1984 میلادیعنوان ابلوموف؛ نویسنده ایوان گنچاروف؛ مترجم سروش حبیبی؛ در 495 ص؛ چاپ دیگر تهران، امیرکبیر، 1363؛ چاپ دیگر 1369؛ چاپ پنجم 1377؛ شابک 9640004227؛ چاپ دیگر تهران، نشر چشمه، 1380؛ در 820 ص؛ شابک 9643620123؛ باعنوان آبلوموف؛ فرهنگ معاصر، 1385؛ شابک 9648637342؛ در 895 ص؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان روسیه سده 19 معنوان ابلوموف؛ نویسنده ایوان گنچاروف؛ مترجم محمدرضا خاکی؛ تهران، بیدگل، 1388؛ در 185 ص؛ شابک 9786005193305؛ ایلیا ایلیچ ابلوموف، دوران کودکی را، در املاک پدرش در روستا، در کنار خانواده و دوستش «آندرهٔ» می‌گذارند در جوانی در «سن پترزبورگ» به استخدام دولت درمی‌آید پس از سالها خدمت در کار دولتی، «ابلوموف» بازنشسته، همه ی روز در خانه روی کاناپه می‌لمد لمیدگی برای او، نه از روی خستگی یا کسالت، بلکه خو و عادت ایشانست هر آنوقت که در خانه باشد، که همیشه هست، بر روی کاناپه لمیده یا در خواب است دوستش «آندرهٔ» می‌کوشد «ابلوموف» را با زندگی اجتماعی آشنا کند، و او را از سستی و خمودگی نجات دهد اما تلاش او بی ثمر می‌ماند عشق «اولگا» هم نمی‌تواند او را از رخوت و سستی، به در آورد «ابلوموف» همچنان به زندگی راحت، و خمودگی خود، ادامه می‌دهد با بیوه‌ ای ازدواج می‌کند، و تا آخر زندگی با تن آسایی خود، که «آندرهٔ» آن را «ابلوموفیسم» می‌نامد، بسر می‌برد ا شربیانی

  5. Vit Babenco says:

    There is a crustacean called a hermit crab that lives its entire life hiding from the world in a seashell This is the way Ilya Ilyich Oblomov exists among other human beingsHe was a man of about thirty two or three of medium height and pleasant appearance with dark grey eyes but with a total absence of any definite idea any concentration in his features Thoughts promenaded freely all over his face fluttered about in his eyes reposed on his half parted lips concealed themselves in the furrows of his brow and then vanished completely – and it was at such moments that an expression of serene unconcern spread all over his face This unconcern passed from his face into the contours of his body and even into the folds of his dressing gownInertia of the mind and fear of everything new don’t allow the hero to do anything or take any however small step forward He is locked in a prison of his apathy ennui and listlessness so lethargy is the way of his living from day to day‘Writes articles at night’ Oblomov mused ‘When does he sleep? And yet he probably earns five thousand a year It’s his bread and butter But to keep on writing wasting his mind and soul on trifles to change his convictions sell his intelligence and imagination do violence to his nature be in a perpetual state of excitement and turmoil knowing no rest always rushing about And write and write like a wheel or a machine – write to morrow write the day after – the holidays summer will come – always writing writing When is he to stop and have a rest? Poor wretch’But the novel is much wider than just a portrayal of the main hero – Ivan Goncharov paints the whole gallery of the vivid characters that constitute the human fauna surrounding OblomovWhen he meets a young intelligent girl Oblomov seems to wake from his hibernation and he starts changing his ways of life but all in vain – inertness doesn’t let him go and he is pushed back into the mire of his inactivity for good‘Don’t talk rubbish Man has been created to arrange his own life and even to change his own nature and you’ve grown a big belly and think that nature has sent you this burden You had wings once but you took them off’Tranuility Sometimes a snail or a slug would crawl across a green leaf and after it nothing would be left except a slightly glimmering trail of mucusIf the meek inherit the earth the world will be lying in ruins

  6. Jan-Maat says:

    The novel Oblomov was written between Russia's defeat in the Crimean War and the Emancipation of Serfs Between two profound shocks to a society which had been drifting along inertly yet with profound self confidence in the rut dug out by Peter the Great view spoilerwhich is a simplification but detail will only drift this review further from its subject hide spoiler

  7. Paul Bryant says:

    If Oblomov was Hamlet the famous solilouy would have been “To get off my arse or not to get off my arse that is the uestion” but actually there wouldn’t have been a solilouy because Oblomov wouldn’t have bothered with anything hard like that There would just be the sound of light snoring Never do today what you can put off till a week on Friday he saysIt’s a fact that Oblomov spends the first 160 pages of this novel in bed or having made a herculean effort to heave his body across the room in a chair Yes 160 pages describing one day So we have here a fat ass do nothing couch potato who being a member of the property owning class has an estate with 300 serfs whose job it is to do backbreaking work all year long so that at regular intervals Oblomov can get lots of lovely free money The estate is 1000 miles away from Petersburg and Oblomov never visits it are you kidding? – so he has no idea what goes on there all he wants is the free money so he can continue to eat heartily and doze eat heartily and doze eat heartily and doze In the novel Oblomov has a little group of people around him who love him and many readers of the novel seem to share their views that he’s admittedly useless but kind of cute he looks dimwitted but really he’s intelligent he has a heart of gold and a pure soul he’s an angel in disguise I didn’t buy any of that This is a guy this Oblomov who never combs his own hair His servant does that for him And yet his best friend says he had no less intelligence than other people only it was sleeping idly hidden covered over by all sorts of rubbish Would you like me to tell you why he is dear to you what it is in him that you still love? You love that in him which is worth than any amount of intelligence his honest faithful heart It is like pure gold in him from nature; he has preserved it throughout his life unharmed He sank under difficulties grew cold dropped asleep and finally crushed and disappointed lost the strength to live but he has not lost his faith and honesty His heart has never struck a single false note and nothing has sullied it Oblomov will never worship false idols and his soul will always be pure honest good His soul is clear as crystal; there aren’t many men like him they are rare ; they are like pearls among the crowdSorry no He’s an enemy of the people is what he is along with the rest of his class of leeches He's an infantilised man who bats his puppydog helpless eyes at his friends and servants and they scurry about making sure he has enough larks tongues and champagne for his supper As far as I was concerned if he fell down an abandoned salt mine and died horribly it would have been no great lossIvan Goncharov wrote a great novel about a guy who drives you into spasms of irritation Not only that but it’s about this annoying guy not doing things So there is no plot to speak about in these 500 pages And yet Oblomov is great It is also true that Mr Goncharov could have done with an editor to tell him to chop out some really dull philosophising about marriage or another ten pages about meals being prepared “Pickled cabbage and salmon” she said ‘‘There isn’t any sturgeon to be had I’ve been to all the shops and my brother asked for it but there isn’t any Only perhaps if a live sturgeon is caught— a merchant from the Karetny Ryad has ordered one — the fishmonger promised to cut us some of it Then there is veal and fried corn meal”And yet in spite of all of these awkwardnesses and imperfections this is a great novel The hideous damaging life withering vampirism that is Oblomov’s life is a steady dead eyed devastating hatchet job on Russian society as it was before the serfs got liberated Along the way Goncharev lobs in one liners Cunning is like small coin with which one cannot buy muchAnd brilliant page long soft voiced denunciations – here he is on the idle rich her thorough knowledge of house keeping and of all home comforts was for him the incarnate ideal of a life of boundless and unruffled repose the picture of which had been indelibly stamped on his mind in childhood under the parental roof His father his grandfather the children the grandchildren the visitors sat or lay in restful idleness knowing that there were in the house unsleeping eyes that watched over them and never weary hands that sewed their clothes gave them food and drink dressed them put them to bed and closed their eyes when they were dead; and now Oblomov sitting still on the sofa saw something uick and lively moving for his benefit and knew that the sun might not rise to morrow whirlwinds might hide the sky a storm might sweep the world but his soup and roast would be on the table his linen would be fresh and clean the cobwebs would be taken off the wall and he would not know how it was all done; that before he had taken the trouble to think of what he wanted it would be guessed and placed before him — not rudely and lazily but by clean white hands and arms bare to the elbow with a cheerful and gentle glance and a smile of profound devotionLike Carl Douglas with Kung Fu Fighting or the Baha Men with Who Let the Dogs Out? Ivan Goncharov was a one hit wonder His first novel is no longer read and his third and last The Precipice 820 pages is described by the translator here as cumbersome and drearily tiresome But Oblomov is mostly sharp devastating and funny45 stars

  8. MihaElla says:

    Life and life only of course life does not follow logic it has its own strange ways keeps telling us in all the possible ways that there is a big difference between the male mind and the female mind and their functioning is different same as true polars Although spiritually they are exactly the same physiologically they are poles apart and function in different ways for example man is physical and extrovert than woman; the woman is psychological and introvert Or when a man and a woman are in deep loving embrace the woman immediately closes her eyes He remains or less an outsider a spectator He is interested in watching than in being in it The woman is concerned with her inner being what is happening there Hence for women their real interest is in their inner processes These differences are so great that they make for different life stylesOne thing that struck me greatly was to find out that men are happier being married than not because when they are not married they simply feel lonely So even if the marriage is miserable it is better than to be lonely; at least there is something to keep you occupied Misery also keeps you occupied and man always wants to remain occupied — something on the outside so that he need not go in so he can keep his eyes open On the other side the woman is not so interested in the outside so when a woman is unmarried she feels alone than lonely And she can enjoy her aloneness better than a man because she is inner directed — she is selfish but in a very positive meaning she is self centered The man is other centered; he is constantly thinking of others The woman is thinking about herself At the most she remains interested in the neighborhood — who is fooling around with whom Hence she can remain alone in a healthy way than man; he feels very lonely He has to know what is happening in the whole world Even in his aloneness he will create some imaginary beings — God angels — and imaginary problems How many angels can stand on the point of a needle? And he will be really into the problem; he will waste his whole life counting the angels and he will argue to no end The woman simply laughs well I do laugh too 😉 The woman deep down knows boys are just boys — let them talk They call it philosophy theology — they are very skillful in giving great names to things So paradoxically the woman can be happy alone than married because she can make herself rooted without the man; the man is not such a great need and yes there is a great need to be a mother in a woman but there is no great need to be a wife She can be independent than the man — she IS independent And just because the woman is independent down the ages man has tried to make her dependent in other ways — economically socially Naturally she is independent and that hurts the man his ego so he has tried to make her dependent in some way artificial dependence Economically she has been paralyzed she has to depend on man This is a consolation for man if he depends on her she also depends on him It is a compensation and a consolation Politically socially she has been thrown out of the society btw nowadays even the company I am working for realized that it’s high time they should allow women to take places in the middle and higher managementwell at least some change of perspective in the communication style Well something that made me ponder over is that perhaps that’s why she looks beautiful — her beauty has roots in her physiological balance Eventually each man and each woman needs a great education about it — that they are different; their physiologies are different their psychologies are different and they have to understand each other’s psychology each other’s physiology They have to be taught And as the author clearly emphasized “Love is a most difficult school of life”Once upon a time I was a Stolz but days and years passed by many of them it seems so far and I have realized that I am inclining towards growing into an Oblomov sort of type I even bought myself a dressing gown of course not of Persian cloth but Romanian made still pretty comfortable cosy and with a home feel My ‘Oblomov’ attitude is there for sure 2 days out of 7 I feel think and act as an original Oblomov The other 5 days I am still perfectly adapted to Stolz model I guess it’s in my nature too I might be masculine or male oriented although apparently and technically I am built to represent a feminine form and shape Well that can be misleading too cannot it? 😉I felt so much for Oblomov he made me cry Goodness I didn’t know I could cry for such a male type But I did He truly didn’t deserve to waste his life like he did What a pity I appreciated his inner struggle and intention to clear out the mental confusion Despite his failure Still that was so much worth it “Why am I like this? Oblomov asked himself almost with tears hiding his head under the blanket again Why? But what am I? Oblomov and nothing ”I do ask myself too Why am I like this? What am I? And I do keep asking myself well not so often because my free time is less and less nowadays but still I am not fully satisfied with the current answers But again I am so much “fragmented” – same like our darling hero with dove like tenderness Oblomov He is truly representing a fragmented man like his name stands forWell man – weak creature that he is feels bewildered and tries to find in his imagination if mind cannot support or serve the key to his own being and to the mysteries that encompass him And perhaps it was the everlasting uiet of a sleepy and stagnant life and the absence of movement and of any real terrors adventures and dangers that made man create amidst the real life another fantastic one where he might find amusement and true scope for his idle imagination or an explanation of ordinary events and the causes of the events outside the events themselvesOblomov is being justified In his househome in the countryside everything there was imbued with the same primitive laziness simplicity of customs peace and inertia The child’s heart and mind had been filled with the scenes pictures and habits of that life long before he set eyes on his first book And who can tell when the development of a child’s intellect begins? How can one trace the birth of the first ideas and impressions in a child’s mind? Perhaps when a child begins to talk or even before it can talk or walk but only gazes at everything with that dumb intent look that seems blank to grown ups it already catches and perceives the meaning and the connexions of the events of his life but is not able to tell it to himself or to othersLater on in his mature years he does have an explanation too“of course I dreamed whispered hopes of the future made plans developed ideas and feelings too It all died and was never repeated again And where did it all disappear to? Why has it become extinguished? I can’t understand There were no storms or shocks in my life; I never lost anything; there is no load on my conscience it is clear as glass; no blow has killed ambition in me and goodness only knows why everything has been utterly wasted”The only paragraph that puts a final conclusion is this one which I keep returning once in a while too“The trouble is that no devastating or redeeming fires have ever burnt in my life It never was like a morning which gradually fills with light and colour and then turns like other people’s into a blazing hot day when everything seethes and shimmers in the bright noonday sun and then gradually grows paler and subdued fading naturally into the evening twilight NO MY life began by Flickering out It may sound strange but it is so From the very first moment I became conscious of myself I felt that I was already flickering out I began to flicker out over the writing of official papers at the office; I went on flickering out when I read truths in books which I did not know how to apply in life when I sat with friends listening to rumours gossip jeering spiteful cold and empty chatter and watching friendships kept up by meetings that were without aim or affection; I was flickering out and wasting my energies with Minna on whom I spent than half of my income imagining that I loved her; I was flickering out at parties on reception days where I was welcomed with open arms as a fairly eligible young man; I was flickering out and wasting my life and mind on trifles moving from town to some country house and from the country house to Gorokhovaya etc etc and life in general by lazy and comfortable somnolence like the rest Even ambition what was it wasted on? To order clothes at a famous tailor’s? To get an invitation to a famous house? To shake hands with Prince P? And ambition is the salt of life Where has it gone to? Either I have not understood this sort of life or it is utterly worthless; but I did not know of a better one No one showed it to me You his childhood and youth long life friend Stolz appeared and disappeared like a bright and swiftly moving comet and I forgot it all and went on flickering out “ The End A masterpiece of a book A must read

  9. Riku Sayuj says:

    A slow sad poem weaving through to an end that is left revealed to the reader from the beginning To read this book is like watching the waves on a lonely beach you know what will happen next but it is beautiful to just sit and watchBut maybe it is best to let the book describe its own message? Yes; such is the payment exacted for the Promethean fire You must not only endure you must even love and respect the sorrow and the doubts and the self uestionings of which you have spoken for they constitute the excess the luxury of life and show themselves most when happiness is at its zenith and has alloyed with it no gross desires Such troubles are powerless to spring to birth amid life which is ordinary and everyday; they cannot touch the individual who is forced to endure hardship and want That is why the bulk of the crowd goes on its way without ever experiencing the cloud of doubt the pain of self uestioning To him or to her however who voluntarily goes to meet those difficulties they become welcome guests not a scourge

  10. J. says:

    I think this might be my favorite novel at least think this might be the most perfect novel I have ever read Yet I am not surprised that this novel is not as popular as other Russian classics Its merit and preciousness lie in its subtleties This book has no sudden outbursts of emotion no unbelievable plot twists and that is precisely why it is so brilliant The emotional and intellectual depth of this novel is something that one seldom encounters but one is able to see that only when one gets past the superficial stereotypes surrounding this novel This novel is packed in layers with social commentary humour and philosophy and one has to look past one layer to see the other Oblomov Isn't that the novel about the lazy rich nobleman? It seems so but that is not the point It seems to me that the people who regard this novel as a warning against laziness and idleness fail to grasp the full meaning of the work When I saw Lenin's supposed remark about how the Oblomovs should be whipped I couldn't help thinking that maybe he too didn't uite get it Whipping Oblomov wouldn't do any good at allTo me this book is mostly about the uestion of what is one to do with oneself? or how does one live? and for what? Who and what should we value in our lives? Beneath the supposed laziness of Oblomov lies the dilemma of his entire existence which he does not know how to resolve Eventually this lack of resolution in his life leads Oblomov into not uite a depression but to a strange type of anhedonia which is temporary lifted by certain people and events but which ultimately remains with him until the endThe other part of this work which is subtle and profound is the discussion between Stolz and Oblomov as respective representatives of German and Russian culture Stolz is seemingly the model man yet he is unable to answer Oblomov's simple uestion of why he works as much as he does and for what purpose? Perhaps the point is that Stolz is never still enough to have an existential crisis and is proof that if we stay just busy enough to not think seriously about our lives we'll glide our way through one way or another I think this work captures every aspect of the Russian attitude intellect emotion soul and lifestyle from the most superficial level to the very deep I do not think this novel would appeal to everyone however I still think it is a literary masterpiece for all times

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