see some special clay...
Andrei, please go to this dinner
today without me.
You see, I have to...
You would get so much jolted during
the day thatyou couldn't walk.
And the bathhouse is already heated,
you climb the upper shelf, it smells
of wood.
Really, I have to stay home
for a couple of days.
To finish up my plan.
And I don't feel well,
I'm afraid of getting another sty.
Feeling like getting back to your
sofa? No, I won't letyou.
Now or never!
Remember?
Come here, Ilya!
That's where health is!
You'll fear no styes after that.
- Ilya!
- Leave me alone.
You think I'm joking?
Now or never!
Now or never!
Now or never!
Let go! Let go of me!
Let go!
Ilya, what's the matter with you?
I don't like that.
Now I'm going to have a pain
in my shoulder.
Come on, Ilya.
I said, I don't like it.
And you do it to spite me.
Heaven forbid!
I can't do it, and you're making me to.
I'm tired.
- Tired of what?
- Of everything!
The balls, the visits, the meetings,
the tea parties, the conversations.
The everlasting running to and fro,
the gossip, the backbiting.
I don't like this life.
- What kind of life do you like?
- Different from this.
What, precisely, do you dislike
about this one?
Not one of them has
calm, clear eyes.
One man is wretched because he has
to go to the office every day,
another one is sighing because this
happiness has been denied him.
That's their ideal, their aim in life.
So you don't want
to go to the office
and sit in waiting-rooms?
No, and I don't want
your social life either.
To admire the symmetrical way
the guests are seated,
how quiet and thoughtful they are
at the card-tables.
A splendid example for a mind
that wants something to stir it!
Don'tyou see that all their life
they're asleep as they sit there?
Am I more to blame for lying in bed
and not poisoning my head with knaves?
They meet together, invite one
another to meals,
but there is no hospitality,
no kindness, no mutual liking.
What kind of life is that?
What shall I learn there?
And what can anyone
learn from you, Ilya?
- From me?
- Yes, from you!
I'm not going to teach anyone
anything.
And I don't put anyone to test,
like thatyellow-faced gentleman,
your gold-mine owner.
He kept asking me whether I had
read the speech of some deputy
and stared at me open-eyed when I
told him I didn't read the newspapers.
Afterwards he pestered me
why, did I think,
had the French Ambassador
left Rome?
MehmetAli has sent a ship,
troops have been sent to the East...
This yellow-faced gentleman,
as you chose to call him,
has graduated from
two universities.
And in the time when your bailiff
managed to ruin Oblomovka...
this gentleman had acquired
ten such Oblomovkas.
And he will get twenty more
due to his diligence,
brains and zeal.
At 5 a.m. he's already on his feet,
every day he does
hygienic gymnastics,
he doesn't drink wine.
He speaks six foreign languages.
He knows everything and everybody.
His life is subordinated to an aim,
to work,
with not one superfluous act,
movement or word.
And, look, he's healthy and rich,
and at 60 he looks
younger than you.
What for? At 60 a man should look
his sixty, and not 35.
Yes, but at 35 one shouldn't look 50
as you do.
Suppose your gold-mine owner lives
another hundred years
and acquires another hundred of
Oblomovkas. But what for?
Everybody only thinks of
what is good or bad for their health,
to what doctors to go,
to what watering-places to travel.
Everyone thinks of howto live.
But what for? No one wants to think
about it.
What is your life?
Does anyone need you?
It's easy to lie on the sofa all day
and judge those
who do something.
But wouldn't it be better
to look atyourself?
Maybe it's not society's fault
that it doesn't suityou,
butyours, that it doesn't need you?
- It's such a shame, Andrei.
- What?
Sometimes I'm so ashamed
that I want to cry.
I often lie, turning over from side
to