be there before dark.
God's speed!
Andrei, darling boy!
Wait, my poor little orphan.
There is no one to bless you.
Let me, at least, give you a blessing.
Andrei, our darling,
our beauty!
I talk to her oftener and more
readily than to others.
There's no affectation about her,
no coquetry, no calculation.
- Who are you talking about?
- Olga Ilyinskaya.
You'll see for yourself.
Olga is a wonderful creature.
I admire her disinterestedly,
as a lovely child.
I swear it.
Her parents died early.
She lives with her aunt.
And how she sings, Ilya!
I want you to be nice
to Olga and her aunt.
I'll leave you in the Ilyinsky's care
while I'm in England.
They will prevent you from
staying at home and sleeping.
Stop laughing.
We'll meet in Paris in one month.
Is your passport ready?
Has been ready long ago.
Here we are.
Hello!
Ilya, where are you?
Come here, meet my friends.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is
my friend, Ilya Ilyich Oblomov.
Olga. Very nice to meet you.
Oh, it's nothing.
Take it away, please.
Oh, my God!
What is it, Katya?
Oh God... what a shame!
Ilya, what's the matter?
Wait, where are you going?
It's perfect agony.
Why should they laugh at me?
What are you talking about?
Wait.
Olga Sergeyevna doesn't dare to look
at anyone else in that way.
I'm quieter than the others
and so she...
Where's my hat?
Where's my hat?
I didn't know what to do with myself,
I'd rather sink through the ground.
Oh, forget it. It's no big deal
that you broke a sauce dish.
I broke it because I didn't know
what to do with my hands.
Everyone looked at me and smiled.
Even a smart man could get lost.
Come on, stop it...
By the way, how do they know I dozed
off at the opera the other day?
If you brought me there for them
to laugh at me, that's evil.
- You don't understand jokes.
- Some jokes.
If it were only the baron and her
aunt, but Olga Sergeyevna, too.
She's a young lady,
and you tell her that I put on
my shirt inside out,
that I had odd stockings on!
I warn you, Andrei.
I'm going to get angry with you.
I'll tell Olga that you passionately
love music and ask her to sing.
Why do you slander me?
I don't love music passionately.
Why do you hasten to disillusion her
on your account? Let's go.
I don't wish to listen to her.
What if she sings badly?
I can't lie, I'm bad at paying
compliments. It would be awkward.
As with the sauce dish yesterday?
It is wicked.
No, it is not wicked.
It is a slight revenge for
you not wishing to listen to me.
You don't want me to sing, do you?
He wants you to.
And you?
This is what comes of lying at home
in a dressing-gown...
Andrei!
Well, Andrei Ivanovich,
I will sing for you.
Ladies and gentlemen, Olga
Sergeyevna is going to sing for us.
All following week
they hardly parted.
Olga felt at ease with them
as with no one else.
She had known Stolz for a long time,
she called him her friend,
she liked him because he amused her,
but she was a little afraid of him.
In his eyes,
she was simply a charming child.
How easily all three of them
had made friends,
how simply Olga and Oblomov
had come to know each other...
Oblomov was simpler and kinder
than Stolz;
though he did not amuse her as well,
he forgave her mockery so easily.
Stolz was going abroad
and left Oblomov in her charge.
They had a plan of breaking Oblomov's
habit of sleeping after dinner,
of her telling him to read
the books Stolz had left,
to write letters to the country,
to get ready to go abroad.
In short, Stolz would not recognize
him.
Everything seemed to be perfect.
It's time to say goodbye.
- Ilya, where are you going?
- I'll be right back.
Olga Sergeyevna, do not forsake Ilya,
return him to life.
Andrei Ivanovich,
I've already thought about everything.
I'll make him read the papers
and tell me the news.
He will finish his plan
of estate management.
And what praise would be lavished on
a doctor who saved an invalid!
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