Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Eugene Onegin (№ 294762)

But I the fruit of my dreams
Harmonic and austere
Reading only the old nanny
Friend of my youth,
Yes after a boring dinner
I wandered to the neighbor,
Having caught unexpectedly for a floor,
The soul of tragedy in the corner,
Or (but it seriously),
Sadness and rhyme tormented,
Wandering over my lake,
Scaring a flock of wild ducks:
Heeding the singing mellifluous stanzas
They fly from the coast.