Oblomov by Ivan Goncharov Fiction

<p>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. . . .</p>