Book: Eugene Onegin. Page 3

But was my Eugene happy,
Free, color the best years
Among the brilliant victories,
Among the everyday pleasures?
In vain whether he was among peers
Careless and healthy?

Well my Onegin? Sleepy
In bed with the ball he goes:
Petersburg and the restless
So drum awakened.
Gets the merchant is a peddler,
On the stock exchange reaches the driver,
With the pitcher ohtani in a hurry
Under it the morning snow crunches.
Woke up in the morning the noise is pleasant.
Open the shutters, pipe smoke
A pillar rises blue,
And chlebnik, German neat
In a paper cap, not just
Really opened your wasisdas.

I remembers another time!
Sometimes in cherished dreams
I hold the happy stirrup...
And leg feel in the hands;
Again, boiling imagination,
Again her touch
Lit in a withered heart blood
Again longing, love again!..
But full of praise arrogant
Talkative his lyre;
They do not stand or passions
No songs, by them inspired:
Words and look witches now
Deceptive... as their legs.

I remember the sea before a storm:
How I envied the waves,
Each in tumultuous turn descending
With love to lie at her feet!
How I longed then with the waves
Touch her dear feet with kissing!
No, never among the ardent days
Boiling Mladost my
I did not wish such torment
To kiss the lips of the young Armid,
Il roses flaming cheeks,
Il Percy, full of longing;
No, never a fit of passion
So tormented my soul!

Diana's chest, cheeks Flora
Adorable, cute friends!
However, the leg dance
Now something for me.
She prophesying view
An invaluable reward
Entails the conditional beauty
Desires a willful swarm.
Love her, my friend Elvina,
Under the long tablecloth of tables,
Spring ant meadows
In winter, the cast iron fireplace
On the mirror floor room,
By the sea on granite of rocks.

When and where, in what desert,
Madman, from you forget?
Ah, legs, legs! where are you now?
Where MNU vernal flowers?
Cherished in the Eastern bliss,
In the North, sad snow
You have left traces:
You loved the soft carpets
Luxurious touch.
Long since for you I forgot
Thirst for glory and praise,
And the edge of the fathers, and confinement?
Disappeared happiness a young age -
As on the meadows your light trace.

And give a considered outfit;
Love them legs; I don't
You will find in Russia the whole
Three pairs of shapely female legs.
Ah! long I can not forget
Two legs... Sad, ohliday,
I remember all of them, and in the dream
They disturb my heart.

In the days of merrymaking and desires
I was on the balls mad:
Or rather there is no place for confessions
And for the delivery of the letter.
O you venerable wife!
You will offer their services.
Please notice my speech:
I want to warn you.
You, mother, stricter
Daughters see the following:
Right keep your binoculars!
Not... not that, God forbid!
I do it because writing
That long ago I don't sin.

So our hero drove up to cenam;
Usher he by an arrow
Flew up the marble steps
Straightened hair by hand
Entered. Full people hall;
Music too tired to rattle;
The crowd Mazurka busy;
Around and the noise and overcrowding;
Jangling spurs of the cavalier;
Fly legs lovely ladies;
Their captivating tracks
Fly fiery eyes,
And the muted roar skrypak
Jealous whispers fashionable women.

We are now not in the subject:
We better hurry to the ball
Where headlong in the street a carriage
Oh my Onegin jumped.
In front of the faded houses
Along the sleepy streets in rows
Lamps of carriages
Pour a cheerful light
And the rainbow on the snow suggest;
Littered with bowls around,
Glitters a splendid house;
For one-piece Windows, shadows move,
Glimpses of the profiles of the heads
And ladies and fashionable eccentrics.

In the latest taste of toilet
Taking your curious gaze,
I could before scientists light
Describe here his attire;
B of course it was brave,
To describe my business:
But pantaloons, tail-coat, waistcoat,
All of these words in Russian is not;
And I see, vinyus before you,
That much so my poor syllable
Dapple much less able
The strangers words,
Though I'm looking old
In the Academic dictionary.

A second Chadayev, my Yevgeny,
A jealous fear of judgment,
His clothes were a pedant
And what we called a dandy.
He three hours at least
Before the mirrors held
And from the bathroom came out
Like windy Venus
When wearing men's outfit
The goddess goes to the masquerade.

Amber on the tubes of Constantinople,
Porcelain and bronzes on the table,
And, feeling pampered comfort,
Spirits in faceted crystal;
Combs, little files of steel,
Straight scissors, curves,
And thirty different sorts of brushes
And for nails for the teeth.
Rousseau (I note in passing)
Could not understand how important Makeup
Bold cleans nails before him,
The eloquent madman.
Defender of liberty and rights
In this case, quite wrong.

Portray l in the picture correct
Private study,
Where my pupil estimated
Dressed, undressed and dressed again?
All that for a whim plentiful
Sells London sensitive
The Baltic waves
For forest and fat carries us
All that in Paris taste hungry,
Useful fishing electing,
Inventing for fun
For luxury, for it is fashionable, -
All decorated Cabinet
Philosopher in for eighteen years.