On my way to Oblomow, I drive for a long time through a magnificent birch forest, the herbal-spicy air with sunshine relaxes me.
Before I enter the salon, I powder myself extensively. A resinous scent emanates from the wood paneling.
Prince Oblomow rests on his red velvet divan.
The housekeeper arranged many bouquets of flowers that smell of vanilla. They exude a cozy slowness, time has stood still.
Prince Oblomow is sleeping.
The leather boots, cared for with birch tar, stand sadly in the corner.
I apply more powder and read a book by Goncharov.
Very good literary reference!