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russian nobility
On the way to Oblomow, I am driven through a beautiful birch forest for a long time, the herbaceous, spicy air and sunshine relax me.
Before I go into the salon, I powder myself extensively. A resinous scent wafts from the wood paneling. Prince Oblomov rests on his red velvet divan.
The housekeeper has arranged many bouquets of vanilla-scented flowers. They exude a cozy slowness, time has stood still.
Prince Oblomov is asleep.
The birch tar-treated leather boots stand sadly in the corner.
I apply more powder and read a book by Goncharov.
Before I go into the salon, I powder myself extensively. A resinous scent wafts from the wood paneling. Prince Oblomov rests on his red velvet divan.
The housekeeper has arranged many bouquets of vanilla-scented flowers. They exude a cozy slowness, time has stood still.
Prince Oblomov is asleep.
The birch tar-treated leather boots stand sadly in the corner.
I apply more powder and read a book by Goncharov.
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