"No."
"Then you ought to do so."
"What is it about?" Oblomov asked with a faint yawn.
"About trade, about the emancipation of women, about the beautiful April days with which we have been favoured, and about the newly formed fire-brigade. How come you not to have read that article? In it you will see portrayed the whole of our daily life. Over and above anything else, you will read therein an argument in favour of the present realistic tendency in literature."
"And have you no other work on hand?" inquired Oblomov.
"Yes, a good deal. I write two newspaper articles a week, besides reviewing a number of books. In addition, I have just finished a tale of my own."
"What is it about?"
"It tells how, in a certain town, the governor used to beat the citizens with his own hand."
"The realistic tendency, right enough!" commented Oblomov.
"Quite so," said the delighted littérateur.
"In my tale (which is novel and daring in its idea) a traveller witnesses a beating of this kind, seeks an interview with the
