A.S.Pushkin. Eugeny Onegin (1-3 chapter)

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         * CHAPTER I
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I
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My uncle was a man of virture,
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When he became quite old and sick,
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He sought respect and tried to teach me,
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His only heir, verte and weak.
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He had the fun, I had the sore,
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But grecious goodness! what a bore!
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To sit by bedplace day and night,
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Not  doing even step aside,
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And what a cheep and cunning thing
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To entertain the sad,
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To serve around, make his bed,
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To fetch the pills, to mourn and grim,
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To sigh outloud, think along:
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`God damn old man, why ain't you gone?'
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Moj dyadya samyh chestnyh pravil,
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Kogda ne v shutku zanemog,
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On uvazhat' sebya zastavil
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I luchshe vydumat' ne mog.
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Ego primer drugim nauka;
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No, bozhe moj, kakaya skuka
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S bol'nym sidet' i dn' i noch'
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Ne othodya ni shagu proch'!
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Kakoe nizkoe kovarstvo
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Poluzhivogo zabavlyat',
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Emu podushki popravlyat',
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Pechal'no podnosit' lekarstvo,
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Vzdyhat' i dumat' pro sebya:
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Kogda zhe chert voz'met tebya!
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II
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So thought a playboy, young and funny,
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While riding through the dust of road,
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The only heir to the money,
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That got his folks with help of Lord.
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My reader! if introduce I may
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Without comments, right away,
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Onegin, my old friend
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Was  born , you know, in the Niva land.
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And you may have been born in there,
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The place of style, the vanity fair,
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Where I had spent a lot of time,
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But moved - the climate wasn't fine.
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Tak dumal molodoj povesa,
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Letya v pyli na pochtovyh,
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Vsevyshnej voleyu Zevesa
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Naslednik vseh svoih rodnyh.
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Druz'ya Lyudmily i Ruslana!
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S geroem moego romana
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Bez predislovij, sej zhe chas
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Pozvol'te poznakomit' vas:
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Onegin, dobryj moj priyatel',
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Rodilsya na bregah Nevy,
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Gde, mozhet byt', rodilis' vy
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Ili blistali, moj chitatel';
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Gde nekogda gulyal i ya:
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No vreden sever dlya menya.
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III
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With record excellent and clear,
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His father lived in debt,
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He gave three balls in every year
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And went bankrupt. How sad.
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But Fate took care of Evgeniy,
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She sent <i>Madame</i> (the French for mammy),
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And later on she sent <i>Monseur</i>
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To care of <i>l'enfant l'hero</i>.
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Monseur l'Abbe was French and poor,
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Was easy on the kid,
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Tought everything a little bit,
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Was not that hard on him for sure,
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Sometimes did bother him with stuff,
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Though wasn't tiresome or rough.
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Sluzhil otlichno-blagorodno,
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Dolgami zhil ego otec,
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Daval tri bala ezhegodno
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I promotalsya nakonec.
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Sud'ba Evgeniya hranila:
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Sperva <i>Madame</i> za nim hodila,
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Potom <i>Monsieur </i>ee smenil.
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Rebenok byl rezov, no mil.
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<i>Monsieur l'Abbe</i>, francuz ubogij,
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CHtob ne izmuchilos' ditya,
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Vsemu uchil ego shutya,
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Ne dokuchal moral'yu strogoj,
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Slegka za shalosti branil
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I v Letnij sad gulyat' vodil.
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IV
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As into teens, the age of riot,
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The age of tender sorrow,
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Evgeniy gradually followed,
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<i>Monseur l'Abbe </i>was quicly fired.
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And here Evgeniy's liberated,
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His haircut is up-to-dated,
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Dressed like a dandy, bright and bold,
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He's being introduced to th'world.
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He spoke Francais like Parisien
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And danced mazurka like a feather,
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He bowed at ease and posed like Ceaser-
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The world dicieded he was fine.
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Kogda zhe yunosti myatezhnoj
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Prishla Evgeniyu pora,
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Pora nadezhd i grusti nezhnoj
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<i>Monseur</i> prognali so dvora.
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Vot moj Evgenij na svobode,
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Ostrizhen po poslednej mode,
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Kak dandy londonskij odet
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I nakonec uvidel svet.
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On po-francuzski sovershenno
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Mog iz®yasnyat'sya i pisal;
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Legko mazurku tanceval
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I klanyalsya neprinuzhdenno;
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CHego zh vam bol'she? Svet reshil,
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CHto on umen i ochen' mil.
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V
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We all have studied bit by bit
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All different stuff in different ways,
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Thus education's not a hit
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And for this fact the Lord  we praise.
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Onegin was, as many thought,
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(these many judged the youth a lot)
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A fine smart man, a little stiff,
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A one who had a lucky gift
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To walk along with th'world smalltalk
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And argue with done-thats' fog,
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To cause the ladies' smiles
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With a burst of  funny rhymes.
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My vse uchilis' ponemnogu
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CHemu-nibud' i kak-nibud',
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Tak vospitan'em, slava Bogu,
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U nas ne mudreno blesnut'.
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Onegin byl, po mnen'yu mnogih
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(Sudej reshitel'nyh i strogih),
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Uchenyj malyj, no pedant,
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Imel on schastlivyj talant
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Bez prinuzhden'ya v razgovore
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Kosnut'sya do vsego slegka,
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S uchenym vidom znatoka
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Hranit' molchan'e v vazhnom spore
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I vozbuzhdat' ulybku dam
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Ognem nezhdannyh epigramm.
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VI
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The Latin`s  not in fashion now,
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And if I should be writing truth,
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He knew enough to put things down,
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To craft some poems worth of use,
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To chat a bit of Uvenalus,
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To reason of what causes chaos,
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Could cite (though with a pause)
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From  Eneida  a little dose.
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He didn't like historic dust,
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From the Creation and so forth,
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How long ago looked like the Earth,
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But anecdotes - his real lust,
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The scores of them till our days
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Evgeniy's memory thus saves.
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Latyn' iz mody vyshla nyne:
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Tak, esli pravdu vam skazat',
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On znal dovol'no po-latyne,
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CHtob epigrafy razbirat',
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Potolkavat' o YUvenale,
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V konce pis'ma postavit' <i>vale</i>,
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Da pomnil, hot' ne bez greha,
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Iz |neidy dva stiha.
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On ryt'sya ne imel ohoty
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V hronologicheskoj pyli
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Bytopisaniya Zemli;
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No dnej minuvshih anekdoty,
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Ot Romula do nashih dnej,
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Hranil on v pamyati svoej.
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VII
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Nor being gifted with the passion,
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That's strong enough to burn in rhymes,
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We couldn't teach him how to differ
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The music of poetic size.
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He scolded Homer, Pheocrith,
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But praised the work of Adam Smith.
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He was a good ecomonist,
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E.g. he had a clue amidst
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The ways a state becometh richer
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And why it doesn't have to feature
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Wealth in gold in treasury
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But should in terms of goods  measure it.
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His father did't get all these
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And lands're gone to pawn and lease.
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Vysokoj strasti ne imeya
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Dlya zvukov zhizni ne shchadit',
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Ne mog on yamba ot horeya,
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Kak my ne bilis', otlichit'.
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Branil Gomera, Feokrita;
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Zato chital Adama Smita,
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I byl glubokij ekonom,
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To est' umel sudit' o tom,
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Kak gosudarstvo bogateet
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I chem zhivet i pochemu
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Ne nuzhno zolota emu,
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Kogda <i>prostoj produkt</i> imeet.
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Otec ponyat' ego ne mog
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I zemli otdaval v zalog.
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VIII
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All skills that had my friend Evgeniy
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I won't enclose for they are many
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But where ingenious he was,
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The science he knew as well as gods,
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What was to him from early days,
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A labor, pleasure, mystic maze,
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What took his time from dawn till dawn,
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What entertained him all along -
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That was the science of tender passion,
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So praised by Nazonus the Poet,
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Exiled away, away for it,
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Away to Moldova's step
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Away from Italy's home lap.
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Vsego, chto znal eshche Evgenij,
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Perechislyat' mne nedosug;
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No v chem on istinnyj byl genij,
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CHto znal on tverzhe vseh nauk,
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CHto bylo dlya nego izmlada
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I trud, i muka, i otrada,
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CHto zanimalo celyj den'
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Ego toskuyushchuyu len',-
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Byla nauka strasti nezhnoj,
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Kotoruyu vospel Nazon,
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Za chto stradal'cem konchil on
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Svoj vek blestyashchij i myatezhnyj
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V Moldavii, v glushi stepej,
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Vdali Italii svoej.
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IX
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X
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How early learnt the art to mimic,
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The art to desperate and hope,
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To be all faithful and cynic,
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To seem sometimes he lacks a rope,
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To be once proud, then all humble,
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To touch your heart, then have it cramble,
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How wordy was he being silent,
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In speech he sparckled like a diamond,
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In passion notes how was he tender,
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While living one, while loving one,
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Forgets himself for darling <i>dame</i>.
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And in his eyes reflects her splendor,
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And how he's bold and shy and dear,
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Conclusing looks with servile tears.
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Kak rano mog on licemerit',
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Tait' nadezhdu, revnovat',
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Razuveryat', zastavit' verit',
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Kazat'sya mrachnym, iznyvat',
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YAvlyat'sya gordym il' poslushnym,
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Vnimatel'nym il' ravnodushnym!
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Kak tomno byl on molchaliv,
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Kak plamenno krasnorechiv,
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V serdechnyh pis'mah kak nebrezhen!
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Odnim dysha, odno lyubya,
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Kak on umel zabyt' sebya!
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Kak vzor ego byl bystr i nezhen,
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Stydliv i derzok, a poroj
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Blistal poslushnoyu slezoj!
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XI
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How good he was in staying fresh,
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Amazing modesty is easy,
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To frighten with a desperate dash,
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With flattery make feel you dizzy,
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To catch the moment of excitement,
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To try to strip the moral garnment,
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To win with passion and cold mind
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With innocent upbringing fight,
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Demanding, praying for a `yes',
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To listen how the heart is beating,
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And get agreement for a meeting
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(All after shadowing and chase),
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And after that with hungry vilence
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To give her lessons in the silence!
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Kak on umel kazat'sya novym,
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SHutya nevinnost' izumlyat',
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Pugat' otchayan'em gotovym,
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Prelestnoj lest'yu zabavlyat',
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Lovit' minutu umilen'ya,
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Nevinnyh let predubezhden'ya
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Umom i strast'yu pobezhdat',
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Nevol'noj laski ozhidat',
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Molit' i trebovat' priznan'ya,
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Podslushat' serdca pervyj zvuk,
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Presledovat' lyubov' i vdrug
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Dobit'sya tajnogo svidan'ya...
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I posle ej naedine
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Davat' uroki v tishine.
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XII
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How young he was when learnt to hush
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The hearts of women, young and not,
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And easy was for him to crush
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The other men with acid <i>mots</i>,
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If dared they to cross with him!
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His traps are poisonous, firm!
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But you, naive and simple men,
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Still kept Evgeniy as a friend,
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He was a guest of honour for
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A cheated husband,
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Cheating husband,
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The one who weekly pays a whore,
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And fat old folks who're always  glad
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With having wife and being fed.
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Kak rano mog uzh on trevozhit'
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Serdca koketok zapisnyh!
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Kogda zh hotelos' unichtozhit'
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Emu sopernikov svoih,
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Kak on yazvitel'no zloslovil!
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Kakie seti on gotovil!
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No vy, blazhennye muzh'ya,
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S nim ostavalis' vy druz'ya:
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Ego laskal suprug lukavyj,
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Foblasa davnij uchenik,
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I nedoverchivyj starik,
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I rogonosec velichavyj,
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Vsegda dovol'nyj sam soboj,
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Svoim obedom i zhenoj.
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XIII. XIV
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XV
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He used to lay still in the bed,
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Receiving cards and reading letters,
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Three invitations daily had
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Three households write that he matters,
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One to a party, one to ball...
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So where should Evgeniy go?
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It doesn't matter where go first,
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He'll pay a visit t'every host,
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But now so far he's dressed for walking,
</p>

<p >
In a stylish hat on rendez-vous,
</p>

<p >
Evgeniy's out to Avenue,
</p>

<p >
Enjoying air and no talking.
</p>

<p >
He stays out there till the watch
</p>

<p >
Rings time for lunch and shot of scotch.
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Byvalo, on eshche v posteli,
</p>

<p >
K nemu zapisochki nesut.
</p>

<p >
CHto? Priglashen'ya? V samom dele,
</p>

<p >
Tri doma na vecher zovut:
</p>

<p >
Tam budet bal, tam detskij prazdnik?
</p>

<p >
Kuda zh poskachet moj prokaznik?
</p>

<p >
S kogo nachnet on? Vse ravno:
</p>

<p >
Vezde pospet' nemudreno.
</p>

<p >
Pokamest v utrennem ubore,
</p>

<p >
Nadev shirokij <i>bolivar,</i>
</p>

<p >
Onegin edet na bul'var
</p>

<p >
I tam gulyaet na prostore,
</p>

<p >
Poka nedremlyushchij breget
</p>

<p >
Ne prozvonit emu obed.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XVI
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
It's  dark by now; in slegh he climbs,
</p>

<p >
`Go, go!' - the driver yells at horses,
</p>

<p >
Evgeniy's fur coat's silverazed
</p>

<p >
With diamond dust of Russian frosties.
</p>

<p >
Now he's headed to Talon's, where
</p>

<p >
His pale Kaverin waits out there.
</p>

<p >
He enters. The bottle cork hits th'ceiling,
</p>

<p >
Knocked out by its seething filling.
</p>

<p >
In front of him a stake with blood,
</p>

<p >
And truffles - (danties for him)-
</p>

<p >
The best of th'best of French cousine,
</p>

<p >
And Strassburg pie - the treat of gods-
</p>

<p >
And Limbourg cheese witha touch of moulding,
</p>

<p >
And a pineapple, cut and golden.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Uzh temno: v sanki on saditsya.
</p>

<p >
Padi, padi! - razdalsya krik;
</p>

<p >
Moroznoj pyl'yu serebrit'sya
</p>

<p >
Ego bobrovyj vorotnik.
</p>

<p >
K <i>Talon</i> pomchalsya: on uveren,
</p>

<p >
CHto tam uzh zhdet ego Kaverin.
</p>

<p >
Voshel  i probka v potolok,
</p>

<p >
 Vina komety bryznul tok,
</p>

<p >
 Pred nim <i>roast-beef</i> okrovavlennyj
</p>

<p >
I tryufl', roskosh' yunyh let,
</p>

<p >
Francuzskoj kuhni luchshij cvet,
</p>

<p >
 Iz Strazburga pirog netlennyj
</p>

<p >
Mezh syrom limburgskim zhivym
</p>

<p >
I ananasom zolotym.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XVII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
And more of goblets the thirst's demanding,
</p>

<p >
To cool the heat in belly,
</p>

<p >
But here's a clock a message sending:
</p>

<p >
It's time to go to th'Ballet.
</p>

<p >
As an evil demon of the stage,
</p>

<p >
In actresses' chasing being a mage,
</p>

<p >
A dark warlord behind the scenes,
</p>

<p >
Who's ready get it with all means,
</p>

<p >
Evgeniy's on the way th'Ballet,
</p>

<p >
The place where liberties and farrie
</p>

<p >
Rule, and chock in claps just any dance
</p>

<p >
Is  quite O.K., and hence
</p>

<p >
A viewer's a participant
</p>

<p >
(And feels a lot more important)
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Eshche bokalov zhazhda prosit
</p>

<p >
Zalit' goryachij zhir kotlet,
</p>

<p >
No zvon bregeta im donosit,
</p>

<p >
CHto novyj nachalsya balet.
</p>

<p >
Teatra zloj zakonodatel',
</p>

<p >
Nepostoyannyj obozhatel'
</p>

<p >
Ocharovatel'nyh aktris,
</p>

<p >
Pochetnyj grazhdanini kulis,
</p>

<p >
Onegin poletel k teatru,
</p>

<p >
Gde kazhdyj, vol'nost'yu dysha,
</p>

<p >
Gotov ohlopat' <i>entrechat</i>,
</p>

<p >
Obshikat' Fedru, Kleopatru,
</p>

<p >
Moinu vyzvat' ( dlya togo,
</p>

<p >
CHtob tol'ko slyshali ego).
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XVIII
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Volshebnyj kraj! tam v stary gody,
</p>

<p >
Satiry smelyj vlastelin,
</p>

<p >
Blistal Fonvizin, drug svobody,
</p>

<p >
I pereimchivyj Knyazhnin;
</p>

<p >
Tam Ozerov nevol'ny dani
</p>

<p >
Narodnyh slez, rukopleskanij
</p>

<p >
S mladoj Semenovoj delil;
</p>

<p >
Tam nash Katenin voskresil
</p>

<p >
Kornelya genij velichavyj;
</p>

<p >
Tam vyvel kolkij SHahovskoj
</p>

<p >
Svoih komedij shumnyj roj,
</p>

<p >
Tam i Didlo venchalsya slavoj,
</p>

<p >
Tam, tam pod sen'yu kulis
</p>

<p >
Mladye dni moi neslis'.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XIX
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
My goddesses where are you now?
</p>

<p >
Please be my humble prayers facing.
</p>

<p >
Are you the same or other farries somehow
</p>

<p >
Took <i>votre place</i>, but not replacing.
</p>

<p >
And will I ever be seduced
</p>

<p >
While watching dancing Russian muse,
</p>

<p >
Your souls' inspired flight,
</p>

<p >
Or bored eye shall not then find
</p>

<p >
Familiar faces in the show,
</p>

<p >
And, gazing at the others' <i>f</i><i>*</i><i>t</i>
</p>

<p >
Through a <i>fatigue lornette</i>,
</p>

<p >
I, being in my spirits low,
</p>

<p >
I will be yawning all along,
</p>

<p >
Recalling days that now are gone.
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Moi bogini! chto vy? gde vy?
</p>

<p >
Vnemlite moj pechal'nyj glas:
</p>

<p >
Vse te zhe l' vy? drugie l' devy
</p>

<p >
Smeniv, ne zamenili vas?
</p>

<p >
Uslyshu l' vnov' ya vashi hory?
</p>

<p >
Uzryu li russkoj Terpsihory
</p>

<p >
Dushoj ispolnennyj polet?
</p>

<p >
Il' vzor unylyj ne najdet
</p>

<p >
Znakomyh lic na scene skuchnoj,
</p>

<p >
I, ustremiv na skuchnyj svet
</p>

<p >
Razocharovynnyj lornet,
</p>

<p >
 Vesel'ya zritel' ravnodushnyj
</p>

<p >
Bezmolvno budu ya zevat'
</p>

<p >
I o bylom vospominat'?
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XX
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
The house's full. The boxes packed with diamonds and fashions
</p>

<p >
The pit is boiling, crowded and loud,
</p>

<p >
The stalls are clapping with impatience,
</p>

<p >
And here it is - the curtain is on rise with sound.
</p>

<p >
Amazing, airy and radiant
</p>

<p >
To move of magic bow obidient
</p>

<p >
Istomina, surrounded by nymphs,
</p>

<p >
Is flying on some wings, not limbs,
</p>

<p >
While touching stage with one of feet,
</p>

<p >
She jumps and in the air flits,
</p>

<p >
And dances like a dawn or feather,
</p>

<p >
Or is it body's song? Or either?
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Teatr uzh polon, lozhi bleshchut;
</p>

<p >
Parter i kresla,  vse kipit;
</p>

<p >
V rajke neterpelivo pleshchut,
</p>

<p >
I, vzvivshis', zanaves shumit.
</p>

<p >
Blistatel'na, polumozdushna,
</p>

<p >
Smychku volshebnomu poslushna,
</p>

<p >
Tolpoyu nimf okruzhena,
</p>

<p >
Stoit Istomina; ona,
</p>

<p >
Odnoj nogoj kasayas' pola,
</p>

<p >
Drugoyu medlenno kruzhit,
</p>

<p >
I vdrug pryzhok, i vdrug letit,
</p>

<p >
Letit, kak puh ot ust |ola;
</p>

<p >
To stan sov'et, to razoviet,
</p>

<p >
I bystro nozhkoj nozhku b'et.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXI
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Burst of applause. Onegin enters,
</p>

<p >
And makes his way on someone's feet.
</p>

<p >
And through th'lornette he glances
</p>

<p >
To study ladies in the pit.
</p>

<p >
He looked all the circles through,
</p>

<p >
He is upset - there're beaties not a few.
</p>

<p >
Then he exchanged bows with the men around,
</p>

<p >
And no vogue dresses found.
</p>

<p >
And after that he took,
</p>

<p >
While yawning
</p>

<p >
For the show was boring,
</p>

<p >
At the stage a vacant look:
</p>

<p >
I'm sick with ballets - so he said-
</p>

<p >
And down with music and all that
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Vs£ hlopaet. Onegin vhodit,
</p>

<p >
Idet mezh kresel po nogam,
</p>

<p >
Dvojnoj lornet, kosyas' navodit,
</p>

<p >
Na lozhi neznakomyh dam;
</p>

<p >
Vse yarusy okinul vzorom,
</p>

<p >
Vse videl: licami, uborom
</p>

<p >
Uzhasno nedovolen on;
</p>

<p >
S muzhchinami so vseh storon
</p>

<p >
Rasklanyalsya, potom na scenu
</p>

<p >
V bol'shom smyatenii vzglyanul,
</p>

<p >
Otvorotilsya - i zevnul,
</p>

<p >
I molvil:  Vseh pora na smenu;
</p>

<p >
Balety dolgo ya terpel,
</p>

<p >
Teper' i Didlo mne nadoel.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XXII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
While cupids, devils, serpents
</p>

<p >
Still do the noise in the show,
</p>

<p >
While tired footmen sleep by th'entrance
</p>

<p >
On fur-coats, hiding from the snow,
</p>

<p >
And while spectators there continue
</p>

<p >
To cough and  hiss at the revu,
</p>

<p >
And while the streetlights still are on
</p>

<p >
To be alive from dusk till dawn
</p>

<p >
And horses hoof and neigh
</p>

<p >
For they are harnessed to the sleigh
</p>

<p >
And coachmen move around the fire
</p>

<p >
And gossip of those who them hired,
</p>

<p >
Look! Onegin's walking out all alone-
</p>

<p >
To get dressed up he's headed home.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Eshche amury, cherti, zmei
</p>

<p >
Na scene skachut i shumyat;
</p>

<p >
Eshche ustalye lakei
</p>

<p >
Na shubah u pod®ezda spyat;
</p>

<p >
Eshche ne perestali topat',
</p>

<p >
Smorkat'sya, kashlyat', shikat', hlopat';
</p>

<p >
Eshche snaruzhi i vnutri
</p>

<p >
Vezde blistayut fonari;
</p>

<p >
Eshche, prozyabnuv, b'yutsya koni,
</p>

<p >
Naskucha upryazh'yu svoej,
</p>

<p >
I kuchera, vokrug ognej,
</p>

<p >
Branyat gospod i b'yut v v ladoni:
</p>

<p >
A uzh Onegin vyshel von;
</p>

<p >
Domoj odet'sya edet on.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXIII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
May I describe in a truthful manner
</p>

<p >
The study, closed for everyone
</p>

<p >
Where cheperoned by vogue Evgeniy
</p>

<p >
Plays lead in th'dressing ritual,
</p>

<p >
Where all sophisticated items laid-
</p>

<p >
That picky London has to trade
</p>

<p >
For our wood and our fat-
</p>

<p >
The ones we through the Baltic get,
</p>

<p >
And whats' invented <i>a Paris</i>
</p>

<p >
For fun and pleasure there you see
</p>

<p >
At an eighteen-year-old
</p>

<p >
Philosopher's treshold.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Izobrazhu l' v kartine vernoj
</p>

<p >
Uedinennyj kabinet,
</p>

<p >
Gde mod vospitannik primernyj
</p>

<p >
Odet, razdet i vnov' odet?
</p>

<p >
Vse, chem dlya prihoti obil'noj
</p>

<p >
Torguet London shchepetil'nyj
</p>

<p >
I po Balticheskim volnam
</p>

<p >
Za les i salo vozit nam,
</p>

<p >
Vse, chto v Parizhe vkus golodnyj
</p>

<p >
Poleznyj promysel izbrav,
</p>

<p >
Izobretaet dlya zabav,
</p>

<p >
Dlya roskoshi, dlya negi modnoj,
</p>

<p >
Vse ukrashalo kabinet
</p>

<p >
Filosofa v os'mnadcat' let.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XXIV
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Constantinople pipes with amber
</p>

<p >
And china, bronze out there exhumed
</p>

<p >
And the delight of coddled temper -
</p>

<p >
A crystal bottle of perfume,
</p>

<p >
And combs, and scissors, files for nails -
</p>

<p >
Accessories a dandy hails,
</p>

<p >
And thirty kinds of different brushes -
</p>

<p >
A real person never rushes.
</p>

<p >
Russeau (I say it by the way)
</p>

<p >
Had never got how formal Grim
</p>

<p >
Could clean his nails in front of him.
</p>

<p >
Though eloquent, but there he may
</p>

<p >
Be wrong about the case
</p>

<p >
Despite the wisdom on his face
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
YAntar' na trubkah Caregrada,
</p>

<p >
Farfori bronza na stole,
</p>

<p >
I chuvstv iznezhennyh otrada,
</p>

<p >
Duhi v granenom hrustale;
</p>

<p >
Grebenki, pilochki stal'nye,
</p>

<p >
Pryamye nozhnicy, krivye,
</p>

<p >
I shchetki tridcti rodov
</p>

<p >
I dlya nogtej i dlya zubov.
</p>

<p >
Russo (zamechu mimohodom)
</p>

<p >
Ne mog ponyat', kak vazhnyj Grim
</p>

<p >
Smel chistit' nogti pered nim,
</p>

<p >
Krasnorechivym sumasbrodom.
</p>

<p >
Zashchitnik vol'nosti i prav
</p>

<p >
V sem sluchae sovsem ne prav.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXV
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
One can be nice and thinking person
</p>

<p >
And care of the shape of nails.
</p>

<p >
What for shall one confront the era?
</p>

<p >
Against the customs person fails.
</p>

<p >
Evgeniy's a second Chaahdaev, sought
</p>

<p >
Afraid be viewed as someone odd,
</p>

<p >
Perfection, pedantry in clothes
</p>

<p >
And as a dandy always goes.
</p>

<p >
At least he spent three hours daily
</p>

<p >
In front of looking-glass
</p>

<p >
Exterminating mess and fuss
</p>

<p >
Until he looks like Venus airy
</p>

<p >
When she put on a virile suit
</p>

<p >
And off to masquerade as a dude.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Byt' mozhno del'nym chelovekom
</p>

<p >
I dumat' o krase nogtej:
</p>

<p >
K chemu besplodno sporit' s vekom?
</p>

<p >
Obychaj despot sred' lyudej.
</p>

<p >
Vtoroj CHadaev, moj Evgenij,
</p>

<p >
Boyas' revnivyh osuzhdenij,
</p>

<p >
V svoej odezhde byl pedant
</p>

<p >
I to, chto my nazvali frant.
</p>

<p >
On tri chasa po krajnej mere
</p>

<p >
Pred zerkalami provodil,
</p>

<p >
I iz ubornoj vyhodil,
</p>

<p >
Podobnyj vetrenoj Venere,
</p>

<p >
Kogda, nadev muzhskoj naryad,
</p>

<p >
Boginya edet v maskarad.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXVI
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
I might be having your attention
</p>

<p >
To detalize Evgeniy's looks:
</p>

<p >
The suit made up to the latest fashion
</p>

<p >
(of course you know it not from books)
</p>

<p >
I'm not to teach, I am to draw -
</p>

<p >
Description's what I here for.
</p>

<p >
But <i>frac, gilet</i> and <i>pantalons</i>
</p>

<p >
This words in Russian make me frown
</p>

<p >
And as I see ( and I am sorry)
</p>

<p >
That rhymes I use are full
</p>

<p >
Of borrowed words and broken rules.
</p>

<p >
I beg forgiveness for these follies
</p>

<p >
Though I used to have a look
</p>

<p >
Into the thick linguistic book.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
V poslednem vkuse tualetom
</p>

<p >
Zanyav vash lyubopytnyj vzglyad,
</p>

<p >
YA mog by pred uchenym svetom
</p>

<p >
Zdes' opisat' ego naryad;
</p>

<p >
Konechno, eto bylo b smelo
</p>

<p >
Opisyvat' moe zhe delo:
</p>

<p >
No <i>pantalony, frak, zhilet</i>,
</p>

<p >
Vseh etih slov na ruskom net.
</p>

<p >
A vizhk ya, vinyus' pred vami,
</p>

<p >
CHto uzh i tak moj bednyj slog
</p>

<p >
Pestret' gorazdo men'she mog
</p>

<p >
Inoplemennymi slovami,
</p>

<p >
Hot' i zaglyadyval ya vstar'
</p>

<p >
V Akademicheskij slovar'.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXVII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
But let us drop linguistic edits
</p>

<p >
We'd rather hurry to the ball
</p>

<p >
To which Evgeniy's carriage's headed
</p>

<p >
Along the houses in snow,
</p>

<p >
Along St.Petersburg's ice streets
</p>

<p >
On which the East with Europe meets,
</p>

<p >
And carriage's lanterns bring the light
</p>

<p >
Into the gloomy winter night
</p>

<p >
And paint rainbows on the rime:
</p>

<p >
A mansion lighted all around
</p>

<p >
With diamonds of lanterns crowned
</p>

<p >
And one can see from time to time
</p>

<p >
Profiles of fashionable heads
</p>

<p >
Of ladies and eccentric lads.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
U nas teper' ne to v predmete:
</p>

<p >
My luchshe pospeshim na bal,
</p>

<p >
Kuda stremglav v yamskoj karete
</p>

<p >
Uzh moj Evgenij poskakal.
</p>

<p >
Pered pomerkshimi domami
</p>

<p >
Vdol' sonnoj ulicy ryadami
</p>

<p >
Dvojnye fonari karet
</p>

<p >
Veselyj izlivayut svet
</p>

<p >
I radugi na sneg navodyat:
</p>

<p >
Useyan ploshkami krugo,
</p>

<p >
Blestit velikolepnyj dom;
</p>

<p >
Po cel'nym oknam teni brodyat,
</p>

<p >
Mel'kayut profili golov
</p>

<p >
I dam i modnyh chudakov.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
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<p >
XXVIII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Have had approched the entrance hall,
</p>

<p >
He passed the porter like an arrow,
</p>

<p >
Flew over stairsteps to the ball,
</p>

<p >
While with his hands he did the hair.
</p>

<p >
At last he's there, and there's a crowd,
</p>

<p >
The music's tired but still loud,
</p>

<p >
The folks are busy with the dances,
</p>

<p >
It's stuffed, and noisy, and glances
</p>

<p >
Are easily responded to,
</p>

<p >
The ladies whirl in tact to beat,
</p>

<p >
And shights of officers them hit,
</p>

<p >
But still they take it as their due.
</p>

<p >
And viloins' uproar surpresses
</p>

<p >
The wives' gossiping about the dances
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Vot nash geroj pod®ehal k senyam;
</p>

<p >
SHvejcara mimo on streloj
</p>

<p >
Vzletel po mramornym stupenyam,
</p>

<p >
Raspravil volosy rukoj,
</p>

<p >
Voshel. Polna narodu zala;
</p>

<p >
Muzyka uzh gremet' ustala;
</p>

<p >
Tolpa mazurkoj zanyat;
</p>

<p >
Krugom i shum i tesnota;
</p>

<p >
Brenchat kavalergarda shpory;
</p>

<p >
Letayut lozhki milyh dam;
</p>

<p >
Po ih plenitel'nym sledam
</p>

<p >
Letayut poamennye vzory,
</p>

<p >
I revom skrypok zaglushen
</p>

<p >
Revnivyj shepot modnyh zhen.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
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<p >
XXIX
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
In days begone of mirth and wishes
</p>

<p >
I used to be into the balls
</p>

<p >
For they're the best without suspicions
</p>

<p >
To pass the secret passion notes.
</p>

<p >
To you, my dear wives and men,
</p>

<p >
To you my service's offered then.
</p>

<p >
Please, pay attention to my words -
</p>

<p >
I want to warn you of what hurts.
</p>

<p >
And you, oh mothers, also take
</p>

<p >
A closer look at your own girls -
</p>

<p >
The world reserves some painful falls,
</p>

<p >
Avoid them for goodness sake!
</p>

<p >
I write these things for I have not
</p>

<p >
Been sinning for l*ng, dear Lord.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Vo dni veselij i zhelanij
</p>

<p >
YA byl ot balov bez uma:
</p>

<p >
Vernej net mesta dlya priznanij
</p>

<p >
I dlya vrucheniya pis'ma.
</p>

<p >
O vy, pochtennye suprugi!
</p>

<p >
Vam predlzhu svoi uslugi;
</p>

<p >
Proshu zametit' moyu rech':
</p>

<p >
YA vas hochu predosterech'.
</p>

<p >
Vy takzhe, mamen'ki, postrozhe
</p>

<p >
Za docher'mi smotrite vsled:
</p>

<p >
Derzhite pryamo svoj lornet!
</p>

<p >
Ne to... ne to, izbavi Bozhe!
</p>

<p >
YA eto potomu pishu,
</p>

<p >
CHto sam davno uzh ne greshu.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XXX
</p>
<p >
Alas, on worldly entertainment
</p>

<p >
I've spent a lot of my lifetime,
</p>

<p >
And if there weren't degradation
</p>

<p >
I'd keep on loving balls as fine.
</p>

<p >
I love their youthfulness and glitter,
</p>

<p >
And joy, and every crowded meter,
</p>

<p >
And ladies' thought-through dress,
</p>

<p >
And love their legs, but shall confess -
</p>

<p >
One hardly can in Russia find
</p>

<p >
Some slender legs (it's fact, not fable)
</p>

<p >
But I for a long time was unable
</p>

<p >
To forget one pair that looks pleasing sight.
</p>

<p >
And sad, already cool and chilled, my heart
</p>

<p >
In dreams gets pierced with their dart.
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Uvy, na raznye zabavy
</p>

<p >
YA mnogo zhizni pogubil!
</p>

<p >
No esli b ne stradali nravy
</p>

<p >
YA baly do sih por lyubil.
</p>

<p >
Lyublyu ya beshenuyu mladost',
</p>

<p >
I tesnotu, i blesk, i radost',
</p>

<p >
I dam obdumannyj naryad;
</p>

<p >
Lyublyu iz nozhki, tol'ko vryad
</p>

<p >
Najdete vy v Rossii celoj
</p>

<p >
Tri pary strojnyh zhenskih nog.
</p>

<p >
Ah!  Dolgo ya zabyt' ne mog
</p>

<p >
Dve nozhki... Grustnyj, ohladelyj,
</p>

<p >
YA vse ih pomnyu, i vo sne
</p>

<p >
Oni trevozhat serdce mne.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
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<p >
XXXI
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
And when, in what unlucky hour
</p>

<p >
One can forget you? I don't believe it much.
</p>

<p >
Oh legs, oh feet, I wish to be the flower
</p>

<p >
You've stepped onto and left your touch.
</p>

<p >
You were charished in oriental bliss,
</p>

<p >
But in the snowy nothern mist
</p>

<p >
You've left no trace:
</p>

<p >
The carpet's lavish, tender face
</p>

<p >
And their softness were your domain.
</p>

<p >
I did neglect because of you
</p>

<p >
Not long ago ambitions, due,
</p>

<p >
The land of fathers, wishes, fame.
</p>

<p >
The youthful happiness dissolved as if it was a glimpse
</p>

<p >
Like on the meadows disappeared your footprints.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
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<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Kogda i gde, v kakoj pustyne,
</p>

<p >
Bezumec, ih zabudesh' ty?
</p>

<p >
Ah nozhki, nozhki! gde vy nyne?
</p>

<p >
Gde mnete veshnie cvety?
</p>

<p >
Vzleleyany v vostochnoj nege,
</p>

<p >
Na severnom pechal'nom snege
</p>

<p >
Vy ne ostavili sledov:
</p>

<p >
Lyubili myagkih vy kovrov
</p>

<p >
Roskoshnoe prikosnoven'e.
</p>

<p >
Davno l' dlya vas ya zabyval
</p>

<p >
I zhazhdu slavy i pohval,
</p>

<p >
I kraj otcov, i zatochen'e?
</p>

<p >
Ischezlo schast'e yunyh let
</p>

<p >
Kak na lugah vash legkij sled.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXXII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Diana's brest, and Flora's cheeks,
</p>

<p >
My friends, they're truly good,
</p>

<p >
But spot where is my sight's fix
</p>

<p >
Is Terpsichore's foot.
</p>

<p >
While it prophesies me a sort
</p>

<p >
Of valuable reward,
</p>

<p >
It does attact a hive of wishes
</p>

<p >
With its beaty, solemn, precious.
</p>

<p >
I love them, dear friend Elvina,
</p>

<p >
Deep-hidden under tablecloth,
</p>

<p >
In springtime next to grass and moss,
</p>

<p >
By fireplace, seducing poor sinner,
</p>

<p >
Reflected in the glass of floor,
</p>

<p >
And on the rocks along seashore.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Diany grud', lanity Flory
</p>

<p >
Prelesny, milye druz'ya!
</p>

<p >
Odnako nozhka Terpsihory
</p>

<p >
Prelesnej chem-to dlya menya.
</p>

<p >
Ona, prorochestvuya vzglyadu
</p>

<p >
Neocenimuyu nagradu,
</p>

<p >
Vlechet uslovnoyu krasoj
</p>

<p >
ZHelanij svoevol'nyj roj.
</p>

<p >
Lyublyu ee, moj drug |l'vina
</p>

<p >
Pod dlinnoj skatert'b stolov,
</p>

<p >
Vesnoj na murave lugov,
</p>

<p >
Zimoj na chugune kamina,
</p>

<p >
Na zerkal'nom parkete zal,
</p>

<p >
U morya na granite skal.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXXIII
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
I recollect the sea before the storm,
</p>

<p >
I envied waves that lilac day,
</p>

<p >
The waves that rush, they're crowned with the foam,
</p>

<p >
To knee in front of her and stay.
</p>

<p >
I wish I were a wave to touch
</p>

<p >
In kiss her feet, I wish so much!
</p>

<p >
No, never in the burning days
</p>

<p >
Of boiling youth I had this craze
</p>

<p >
To wish with such a self-contempt
</p>

<p >
To kiss the farries, face to face,
</p>

<p >
Or roses of their cheeks that blaze,
</p>

<p >
Or brests that so seduce and tempt,-
</p>

<p >
No, never th'juggernaught of passion
</p>

<p >
Struck me with such a wild aggression.
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
YA pomnyu more pred grozoyu,
</p>

<p >
Kak ya zavidoval volnam,
</p>

<p >
Begushchim burnoj cheredoyu
</p>

<p >
S lyubov'yu lech'k ee nogam!
</p>

<p >
Kak ya zhelal togda s volnami
</p>

<p >
Kosnut'sya milyh nog ustami!
</p>

<p >
Net, nikogda sred' pylkih dnej
</p>

<p >
Kipyashchej yunosti moej
</p>

<p >
YA ne zhelal s takim muchen'em
</p>

<p >
Lobzat' usta mladyh Armid,
</p>

<p >
Il' rozy plamennyh lanit,
</p>

<p >
Il' persi, polnye tomlen'em;
</p>

<p >
Net, nikogda poryv strastej
</p>

<p >
Tak ne terzal dushi moej!
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXXIV
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
I recollect some other days!
</p>

<p >
In very cherished dreams of mine,
</p>

<p >
I kiss her, drawned in happiness,
</p>

<p >
I feel her her legs in hands, and sigh.
</p>

<p >
Again imagination's seething:
</p>

<p >
Her softest touch and slightest breathing,
</p>

<p >
Have pushed the blood in fainted heart.
</p>

<p >
Again the bore, ones more love's start.
</p>

<p >
Enough of gabbling on my lyre
</p>

<p >
To celebrate the haughty ones
</p>

<p >
For they're not worthy of the fire
</p>

<p >
And songs for which inspire us.
</p>

<p >
The words and sights of enchantress
</p>

<p >
Are as delusive as her legs.
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Mne pamyatno drugoe vremya!
</p>

<p >
V zavetnyh inogda mechtah
</p>

<p >
Derzhu ya schastlivoe stremya...
</p>

<p >
I nozhku chuvstvuyu v rukah;
</p>

<p >
Opyat' kipit voobrazhen'e,
</p>

<p >
Opyat' ee prikosnoven'e
</p>

<p >
Zazhglo v uvyadshem serdce krov',
</p>

<p >
Opyat' toska, opyat' lyubov'!..
</p>

<p >
No polno proslyaalyat' nadmennyh
</p>

<p >
Boltlivoj liroyu svoej;
</p>

<p >
Oni ne stoyat ni strastej,
</p>

<p >
 Ni pesen, imi vdohnovlennyh:
</p>

<p >
Slova i vzor volshebnic sih
</p>

<p >
Obmanchivy... kak nozhki ih.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXXV
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
But where's Evgeniy? Half-asleep,
</p>

<p >
To bedplace from the ball he's going.
</p>

<p >
The city's eyelids never meet,
</p>

<p >
And drums awaken all by rolling.
</p>

<p >
Wakes up a merchant, pedlars do,
</p>

<p >
The cabmen pass by down the <i>rue</i>,
</p>

<p >
Milkvendors hurry with the jugs. In dawn
</p>

<p >
The crispy snow is heard when is stepped on.
</p>

<p >
The morning's noice bids farewell to night,
</p>

<p >
The shatters are open; the chimney's smoke
</p>

<p >
Is raising up like a thick pale blue rope.
</p>

<p >
The German baker, dressed tidy and all-right,
</p>

<p >
Sits in a cotton cap, indifferent to fuss,
</p>

<p >
And greets the folks through th'open vasisdas<i>.</i>
</p>

<p >
</p>
</td>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
CHto zh moj Evgenij? Polusonnyj
</p>

<p >
V postelyu edet s bala on:
</p>

<p >
A Peterburg neugomonnyj
</p>

<p >
Uzh barabanom probuzhden.
</p>

<p >
Vstaet kupec, idet raznoschik,
</p>

<p >
Na birzhu tyanetsya izvozchik.
</p>

<p >
S kuvshinom ohtinka bezhit,
</p>

<p >
Pod nej sneg utrennej hrustit.
</p>

<p >
Prosnulsya utra shum priyatnyj.
</p>

<p >
Otkryty stavni, trubnyj dym
</p>

<p >
Stolbom voshodit golubym,
</p>

<p >
 I hlebnik, nemec akkuratnyj,
</p>

<p >
V bumazhnom kolpake, ne raz
</p>

<p >
Uzh otvoryal svoj <i>vasisdas</i>.
</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="White">
<p >
XXXVI
</p>

<p >
</p>

<p >
Worn out by the noise at the ball,
</p>

<p >
Onegin turned the dawn into the midst of night,
</p>

<p >
Now calmly sleeps, where shade has blissful fall,
</p>

<p >
Was born to luxiory, not freight.
</p>

<p >
He will wake up long after sunny noon.
</p>

<p >
The preset, same agenda is his doom
</p>

<p >
The life is steady, with only few suprises:
</p>

<p >
What's gone will come tomorrow when the Sun rises.
</p>

<p >
With freedom,