If you are enjoying this so far, you will just LOVE Oblomov, as it takes him 100 pages or thereabouts to even get out of bed - a struggle I can truly relate to:
"When the tea had been consumed he raised himself upon his elbow and arrived within an ace of getting out of bed. In fact, glancing at his slippers, he even began to extend a foot in their direction, but presently withdrew it"
You would think a novel about such a bone-idle character would be very dreary, but I loved it. It's full of fascinating ideas about the perils of indolence, on both individual and societal levels. Oblomov himself is a real existentialist and underneath his slothful exterior is a mind asking important questions; primarily, what is the point of living the busy lifestyle of all his peers? In the grand scheme of things it really so essential to fill all our hours going to parties, socialising, burning the candle at both ends in a job we don't enjoy, and generally trying to keep up with the Joneses? And if somebody wants to spend his days minding his own business and doing not much of anything at all, why should anybody else try to stop him? There's also a lot of commentary on the wider state of society in Russia. In particular it's interesting to see how the lackadaisical attitudes of the upper classes might have contributed to the downfall of their huge country estates as they neglected to involve themselves in their own affairs, preferring to entrust all the hard work to distant managers.
This possibly all sounds a bit dry and serious, but there is a wonderful humour throughout the whole novel that is really heart-warming and completely endears Oblomov to the reader.
This might not be one of the most renowned classics of Russian literature but it is certainly the 'friendliest' I've read, so I hope I've brought it to the attention of anyone trying to expand their literary horizons or read more classics. It is not a quick read and requires patience, but I found it entirely worthwhile to spend the time absorbing it. Even if it was a little alarming to find how much I identified with Oblomov's sloth myself...