"What quantities of dirt you keep everywhere!" he remarked.
"'Tis Zakhar's fault, not mine," replied Oblomov.
"Well, now I must be off, as it is absolutely necessary that I should buy those camelias for Mischa's bouquet. Au revoir!"
"Come and have tea after the opera, and tell me all about it."
"No, that is impossible, for I am promised to supper at the Musinskis'. It is their reception day, you know. However, meet me there, and I'll present you."
"What is toward at the Musinskis'?"
"What, indeed? Why, entertainment in a house where you hear all the news."
"Like everything else, it would bore me."
"Then go and call upon the Mezdrovs, where the talk centres upon one topic, and one topic alone the arts. Of nothing else will you hear but the Venetian School, Beethoven, Bach, Leonardo da Vinci, and so forth."
"All of them boring subjects!" said Oblomov with a yawn. "What a lot of pedants the Mezdrovs must be! Do you never get tired of running about from house to house?"
