Book: Eugene Onegin. Page 4

All flaps. Onegin enters,
Goes between the chairs legs,
Double binoculars scosese leads
To Lodge strangers to give;
All the tiers are looked at,
Saw individuals, piece
Terribly unhappy with it;
Men from all sides
Bowed, then he
With a great scattering of looked
He turned and yawned,
And said: "All it is time to replace;
Ballet long have I endured,
But Diddley I'm tired".

The theater too full; box Shine;
Ground and chairs - all boils;
In the upper impatiently splash,
And, usevshis, the curtain rustles.
Brilliant polovodova,
Obedient to the magic bow,
A crowd of nymphs surrounded,
Is Istomin; she
One foot touching the floor,
The other slowly circling,
And suddenly leap, and suddenly flies,
Flies like fluff from the mouth of Aeolus;
That mill Sovet, it develops
And quick leg leg beats.

My goddess! what are you? where are you?
Heed my sad voice:
All the same you eh? other eh virgin
Succeeding, not replace you?
Hear l again your choirs?
Shall see whether the Russian Terpsichore
The soul full of flight?
Or dull eyes will not find
Familiar faces on the stage boring
And, staring at alien light
Disappointed binoculars,
Fun spectator indifferent,
I silently yawn
And about the past remember?

The magic land! there in the old years
Satire is a brave Lord,
Glittering Fonvizin friend of freedom,
And mimic Knyazhnin;
There Ozerov involuntary tribute
Nahodnych tears, applause
With young Semenova shared;
There our Katenin raised
Corneille's genius stately;
There brought caustic Shakhovskoy
His comedies, a noisy swarm
There Didelot was crowned with glory,
There, there is a pavilion scenes
Young my days were moving.

More glasses thirst requests
Pour the hot fat of the cutlets,
But the ringing Breguet brings to them,
What started a new ballet.
The theatre's wicked legislator,
Fickle admirer
Charming Actresses
Honorary citizen of the scenes,
Onegin flew to the theater,
Where everyone, breathing freedom,
Ready afloat entrechat,
To Oshikati Phaedra, Cleopatra,
The moin cause (for
So only heard it).

Too dark: in the sleigh he sits down.
"Paddy, paddy!" - there was a cry;
Frosty silvery dust
His beaver collar.
To Talon ran: it sure
What is there already waiting for him Kaverin.
Walked in, and plug in the ceiling,
Wine of the comet streamed current,
Before him roast-beef bloody,
And truffle, luxury young age,
French cuisine the best color,
And Strasburg pie imperishable
Between the cheese libcgsi alive
And pineapple gold.

Sometimes, he's still in bed:
To him notes talking about.
What? The invitations? In fact,
Three houses for the evening call:
There will be a ball, there is a children's holiday.
Where do ride my monkey?
Who will start it? Anyway:
To keep up everywhere no wonder.
For the time being in morning dress,
Wearing a wide boliva,
Onegin goes to the Boulevard
And there walks in the open,
While waking Breguet
Not rang him dinner.

How early could he to disturb
The hearts of inveterate flirts!
When W wanted to destroy
He rivals his,
He sarcastically cursed!
Which networks they are prepared!
But you, blessed men,
Remain you friends:
His crafty spouse caressed,
Fables old student
And mistrustful man,
And cuckold majestic,
Always pleased with itself,
Your lunch and wife.

How he was able to seem new,
Joking innocence to amaze,
Scare despair ready
Pleasant flattery to amuse,
To catch the moment of emotion,
The innocent years bias
Mind and a passion to win
An involuntary caress to expect,
Pray and claim,
To overhear the hearts first sound,
Pursue love, and suddenly
To achieve a secret meeting...
And after her alone
To give lessons in the silence!

How languidly he was silent,
How fervently eloquent,
In heart letters as sloppy!
One breath, one love,
How he was able to forget yourself!
As his gaze was quick and gentle,
Bashful and bold, and sometimes
Shone with an obedient tear!

All that knew Eugene,
To recount I have no time;
But in what he true was the genius,
He knew he harder than all Sciences,
That was for him smlad
And labour, and pain, and joy,
That took all day
It tokuyou laziness, -
Was the science of tender passion,
Which Naso sang,
What a Martyr he finished
His brilliant century and rebellious
In Moldova, in a solitude of the steppes,
Away Italy their.

High passion not having
For sounds of life are not spare,
He could not iambic from trochaic,
No matter how they fought to distinguish.
He Scolded Homer, Of Theocritus;
But read Adam Smith
And there was a deep economy,
It is able to judge
As the state gets richer,
And the lives and why
You do not need gold to him,
When the product is simple.
Father to understand him could not
And earth pledge.

Sloiv great noble,
Debts there lived his father,
Gave three balls annually
And was hanging about at last.
The fate of Eugene kept:
First Madame him went,
Then Monsieur her shift.
The child had cuts, but nice.
Monsieur l'abbe, the Frenchman poor,
So reluctant to exhaust the boy,
Taught him everything jokingly
Do not bother strict morality,
Slightly for pranks scolded
And in the Summer garden to walk drove.

So thought the young playboy
Flying in the dust on postage,
Supreme will Zavesa
The heir to all his relatives.
Friends of Lyudmila and Ruslan!
With the hero of my novel
Without preliminaries, this very hour
Let me introduce you:
Onegin, my good man,
Was born on Brega of the Neva,
Where, maybe, you were born
Or shone, my reader;
There once I walked:
But the North is bad for me.