One morning, in a flat in one of the great buildings in Gorokliovaia Street, the population of which was sufficient to constitute that of a provincial town, there was lying in bed a gentleman named Ilya Ilyitch Oblomov.
Suddenly a thought would wander across his face with th.
Unfortunately, in his dark-grey eyes there was an absence of any definite idea, and in his other features a total lack of concentration.
He was a fellow of a little over thirty, of medium height, and of pleasant exterior.
One morning, in a flat in one of the great buildings in Gorokliovaia Street, the population of which was sufficient to constitute that of a provincial town, there was lying in bed a gentleman named Ilya Ilyitch Oblomov