bailiff of his estate.
Everyone knows what kind of
disagreeable news a bailiff can write:
Bad harvest, debts,
smaller income...
Some years ago,
Ilya Ilyich began drawing a plan
of administering his estate.
He would really like to make some
improvements,
only he wanted this to happen
somehow of itself.
And now the landlord asks him
to move. He wants his flat.
Oblomov had difficulty in deciding
what he was to think of:
Of the bailiff's letter, or of moving
to new lodgings, or of money...
Zakhar!
- Have you written the letter?
- Have you been to the butcher?
The shop is closed, the butcher's
gone. I'll go again later.
Well, all right.
A visitor already...
Ah, it's you, Alexeyev?
I won't shake hands:
You come straight from the cold.
Why, Ilya Ilyich, it isn't cold!
It's thaw.
I hadn't meant to call on you today,
but I met Ovchinin.
I have come to fetch you.
Let us go to Ovchinin's.
Matvey Andreyevich Alyanov,
Kazimir Albertovich Phailo,
Vassily Sevostyanovich Kolymyagin
are there already.
What are they doing there,
and what do they want with me?
Ovchinin invites you to dinner.
To dinner?
Sit down, we'll think about it.
Do get up! It's time to dress.
- I haven't washed yet.
- Well, wash then.
Well?
- What?
- You're still lying down.
- Need I get up?
- You wanted to go.
I didn't want to. And I haven't told
you about my affairs yet.
What affairs?
Why do you suppose I haven't
got up all this time?
I've been lying here thinking
how I can get out of trouble.
- What is it?
- Two misfortunes!
My landlord has played me a trick.
"Make haste and move," he says.
Make haste!
Moving is a fearful nuisance.
Such a lot to see to -
things get broken and lost.
And some people, you know,
like moving.
Zakhar!
But this about the flat isn't the worst!
See what my bailiff writes me.
- Zakhar!
- I've been here for a long time.
- Where's my letter?
- Where am I to find it?
I haven't swallowed it.
Why, there it is!
There, there, you can go!
I've had enough of you.
Listen.
"Dear Sir..."
Well, it's not important.
I told you you came from the cold.
"There has been no rain for 5 weeks.
Old men don't remember such a drought.
On St. John's Eve three peasants
ran away.
There will be none of our linen
at the fair this year..."
Oh, my goodness!
"Our peasants haven't paid up their
arrears.
This year we will send you,
our father and benefactor,
some two thousand less
than last year."
You've got a sneezing fit.
No date. It must've been lying about
at the bailiff's since last year.
He talks of St. John's Eve and drought.
He thought of sending it rather late!
How do you like it?
Some two thousand less...
How much will that leave?
What did I receive last year?
I didn't tell you then, did I?
I must ask Stolz.
I wish he would make haste and come.
He writes he's coming,
but goodness knows where he is.
I wonder if I ought to write
to the Governor?
Who is your Governor?
Yes, write to the Governor.
The drought, the heat...
Really, you should write
to the Governor.
Nurse!
Ilyusha, where are you?
Where are you hiding?
Ilyusha!
Good morning, papa.
Be careful stepping on the porch.
And don't make any noise.
Mama is still sleeping.
She's tired after her journey.
Ilyusha, where are you going?
Oh, Ilya Ilyich, what are you doing,
you naughty boy!
The porch should be mended.
Yes, indeed,
just see how rickety it is.
Why, it rocked
when it was first made.
Well, it hasn't fallen down,
though it has stood for 16 years.
Luka made it splendidly.
Yes, he made it good.
He was a carpenter, now!
He's dead, the Kingdom of heaven
be his!
Carpenters are not what they were.
They can't make it so well now.
Was it Luka who made it?
No, it was not Luka.
Yes, it was Luka. Sure, Luka.
Luka, Luka!
You should not wake up your mama.
She wasn't home all day,
and she spent the night traveling.
Let go of me, nurse.
Stop holding me.
You're not going to catch me!
Won