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"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."

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. gdz po literature k uchibniku v i korovina 10 klass

The next day, during the seminar, Dima didn't give the "correct" answer from the textbook. He gave his own. For the first time all year, the teacher didn't just check a box in her grade book; she actually stopped to listen. "I don't get him," Dima muttered

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

Tomorrow was the final seminar on Oblomov . Dima’s notebook was a desert—blank, dry, and terrifying.

"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."