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"Still staring at Goncharov like he’s going to talk back?" a voice whispered.

"Actually," Dima said, pushing the phone back toward Lena. "I think I get why he doesn't want to get up. The world outside is loud, and his bed is... safe."

Tomorrow was the final seminar on Oblomov . Dima’s notebook was a desert—blank, dry, and terrifying. gdz po literature k uchibniku v i korovina 10 klass

"Maybe," Dima smiled, finally touching pen to paper. "But to me, he just looks like a guy who’s scared of Monday morning."

"I don't get him," Dima muttered. "Why spend four hundred pages on a man who won't get off his couch? It’s just... a guy in a dressing gown." "Still staring at Goncharov like he’s going to talk back

He picked up his pen, ready to transcribe the digital wisdom. But then, his eyes flickered back to the textbook. He opened to the section on . He read a paragraph about the slow, honey-thick days in Oblomovka, where the sun seemed to stand still and no one ever hurried.

He didn't copy the answers that night. Instead, he wrote about the "Oblomov" living inside his own smartphone—the way he spent hours scrolling just to avoid the "Stolz" of his real life. The world outside is loud, and his bed is

It was Lena, the class overachiever, holding her own copy of the textbook. She looked at his empty pages and sighed. "You haven’t even started the 'Check Yourself' questions at the end of the chapter, have you?"