Performance: Eugene Onegin

Oh, my pitiable fate!

If only you knew how badly
Thirst of love,
Burn and mind hourly
Humble excitement in the blood.

But young men are so hot, -
They decide all spur of the moment,
Without quarrels can not an hour to stay:
You take, to argue, now and fight
They are ready!

I learned here that the virgin beauty
Maybe like an angel, Mila
And as beautiful as the day, but soul...
Similarly, the demon insidious and evil.

In your home, as a Golden dream,
My childhood years flowed;
In your house I first tasted
The joy of pure love.
But today I learned something else:
I have tasted that life is not a novel,
Honour is but a sound, friendship is the word empty,
Insulting a pathetic deception.

Really indifferent could I be, when you laughed, flirting with him?! He was leaning over you and squeezing your hand!..

I love you, as one the poet's soul just loves. You're the one in my dreams you're my one desire, you're my joy and my suffering.

The story of MUK heart
Lovers two I care about
I feel so sorry for them poor!
How they suffer!

I'm not capable of languid sadness,
I don't like to dream in silence
Il on the balcony the night is dark
To sigh from the depths of the soul.
Why breathe, when happily
My youthful days, are they?
I'm carefree and playful,
Everyone calls me a child.