The adult Ilya Ilyich, although later learns that there are no honey and dairy rivers, there are no good sorceresses, although he jokes with a smile over the stories of a nanny, but this smile is not sincere, it is accompanied by a secret sigh: the tale is mixed with life, and he unconsciously sad sometimes, why the tale is not life, and life is not a fairy tale. He is all drawn to the side where they only know that they are walking, where there are no worries and sorrows; he will forever remain lying on the stove, resemble a ready-made, unearned dress and eat at the expense of a good sorceress. “
“Then Ilya Ilyich suddenly saw himself as a boy of thirteen or fourteen”. He studies in the village of Verhlevo at the local governor, the German Stolz, along with his own son Andrey. “Maybe Ilyusha would have had time to learn something well if Oblomovka had been about five hundred versts from Verlev.” In Oblomovka, “the work was abolished as a punishment
imposed on our forefathers, but they could not love, and where there was a chance, they always got rid of it, finding it possible and proper.” They never embarrassed themselves with any vague mental and moral questions: they blossomed with health and merriment, because they lived there for a long time. The norm of life was ready and taught to them by their parents, and they accepted it, also prepared from grandfather, and grandfather from great-grandfather.
In front of Ilya Ilyich, the three main events of life take place in the dream, like the living pictures: births, weddings, funerals, then a motley procession of merry and sad divisions of hers stretched: christenings, birthday, family holidays, tentacles, razgovenya, noisy dinners, congenial congresses, greetings, congratulations, official tears and smiles. Everything was done according to established rules, but these rules affected only the outer side of life. The child will be born – all the worries about growing up healthy, not sick, eating well; then they look for the bride and celebrate the merry wedding. Life goes on as usual, until it breaks off the grave. Once the ramshackle gallery collapsed. We started to think how to fix the matter. Weeks after three told the peasants to drag the boards out so that they would lie on the road.