Book: Eugene Onegin. Page 11

The Blues waited for his guard,
And ran after him she
Like a shadow, Ile ever faithful.

Love for all ages.

... That the mind, loving space, thronging,
Too often conversations
We are happy to take over the business...

O people! all like you
To the ancestor ava:
What you are given, it does not entail
You incessantly the serpent calls
To yourself, to the mysterious tree:
Forbidden fruit you give,
And without you, Paradise is not Paradise.

Crazy soul of a poet
Still condemned to love:
Always, everywhere, one dream,
One constant longing,
One of the usual sadness.

They agreed: Wave and stone,
Poetry and prose, ice and flame.

Love joking Satan.

The less we love a woman,
The easier she likes us,
And so it rather ruin
Amid the seductive networks.