Oblomov (Russian: Обломов; [ɐˈbloməf]) is the second novel by Russian writer Ivan Goncharov, first published in 1859. Oblomov is the central character of the novel, portrayed as the ultimate incarnation of the superfluous man, a symbolic character in 19th-century Russian literature. Oblomov is a young, generous nobleman who seems incapable of making important decisions or undertaking any significant actions. Throughout the novel he rarely leaves his room or bed and just manages to move from his bed to a chair in the first 50 pages. The book was considered a satire of Russian nobility whose social and economic function was increasingly questioned in mid-nineteenth century Russia.
The novel was popular when it came out, and some of its characters and devices have imprinted on Russian culture and language.
The novel evolved and expanded from an 1849 short story or sketch entitled "Oblomov's Dream. An Episode from an Unfinished Novel", later incorporated as "Oblomov's Dream" ("Son Oblomova") as Chapter 9 in the completed 1859 novel. The novel focuses on the midlife crisis of the main character, Ilya Ilyich Oblomov, an upper middle class son of a member of Russia's nineteenth century landed gentry. Oblomov's distinguishing characteristic is his slothful attitude towards life. While a common negative characteristic, Oblomov raises this trait to an art form, conducting his little daily business apathetically from his bed. While clearly comedic, the novel also seriously examines many critical issues that faced Russian society in the nineteenth century. Some of these problems included the uselessness of landowners and gentry in a feudal society that did not encourage innovation or reform, the complex relations between members of different classes of society such as Oblomov's relationship with his servant Zakhar, and courtship and matrimony by the elite.
Here I stand
I'm lost between emotions
Please take me there where my feelings can fly
My silent voice is thundering in scream
All those who hear me can't believe my words
Over all that ignorance against the wide conviction of masses with burden of thousnads looks in desperate longing
To make you see
Here I stand
I'm lost between emotions
Please take me there where my feelings can fly
Open your eyes
Overstep horizon
I know that beyond there is hidden unexpected
Behind the border of knowledge of man I've seen strange light
And heard voice in the air
Come with me let me take you there
Where I'm the only guide the first one?
The last one?
With no understanding I can't explain what I've seen that light
The voice you hide me here before the eyes of those who can understand
And set me free
You lock me on the place from where no hands can take me
There where my feelings can fly
You build the wall around me
You lock me on this place to eliminate the danger from society's face
Here I stand
I'm lost between emotions
Please take me there where my feelings can fly
Untie my hands
Please I'll accept your choice
Release me from fire of your sacred voice
My perverted visions...
Now they are gone
Together with you I'll stand against the storm
No more I'll speak
I'll spread around the silence
It was just my own dream
Please no more violence
With the crowd I'll stand as one
While the fire will be burning
No step aside or run
I'm not the only one