Oblomov / Обломов. Книга для чтения на английском языке

«I didn’t mention it to you at the time, did I?»

Alexeyev raised his eyes to the ceiling and pondered.

«I must ask Stolz when he comes», Oblomov continued. «Seven or eight thousand, I believe – I should have made a note of it!

So now he puts me down to six! Why, I shall starve! How can I live on it?В»

В«Why worry?В» said Alexeyev. В«A man must never give way to despair. It will all come right in the endВ».

«But did you hear what he said? He doesn’t send me the money – oh no! He doesn’t say anything to put my mind at rest.

All he is thinking of is to cause me unpleasantness, and he does it deliberately! Every year the same story! I simply don’t know what to do! Two thousand less!»

«Yes, it’s a great loss!» said Alexeyev. «Two thousand is no joke! Alexey Login, I understand, also got twelve instead of seventeen thousand this year».

«Twelve thousand isn’t six thousand», Oblomov interrupted him. «The bailiff has thoroughly upset me! If all this is really true – I mean, the bad harvest and the drought, then why has he to worry me before the proper time?»

«Well, of course», Alexeyev began, «he shouldn’t have done that.

But you can’t expect a peasant to have nice feelings, can you? That sort of man doesn’t understand anything».

В«But what would you do in my place?В» asked Oblomov, looking questioningly at Alexeyev in the vain hope that he might think of something to allay his fears.

«This requires careful thought», said Alexeyev. «It’s impossible to decide at once».

В«Ought I to write to the Governor, I wonder?В» Oblomov said, musingly.

В«Who is your Governor?В» asked Alexeyev.

Oblomov did not reply and sank into thought. Alexeyev fell silent and also pondered.

Crumpling the letter in his hands, Oblomov propped up his head on them and, resting his elbows on his knees, sat like that for some time, tormented by an onrush of profitless thoughts.

«I wish Stolz would hurry up and come», he said. «He writes to say he’s coming soon, meanwhile he’s rushing about goodness only knows where. He’d settle it all!»

He again stared sadly about him. They were both silent a long time. Oblomov was the first to rouse himself at last.

«That’s what has to be done», he said resolutely and almost got out of bed. «And it must be done as soon as possible. No use wasting any more time.