Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin. Eugene Onegin (№ 300072)

Bored, bored, bored! At the Bottom he wants
In the Fatherland Minin. Before him
In the usual case, vainly strives,
Boils its abundance.
Here the pearls the Indian were brought,
Fake guilt European;
A herd of rejected horses
Drove the breeder from the steppes,
The player brought their decks
And a handful of helpful bones;
The landowner - a ripe daughters,
And daughters of last year's fashion.
Everyone fusses, lies for two,
And everywhere a Mercantile spirit.