Eugene Onegin (Russian Literature Classic). Alexander Pushkin
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Название: Eugene Onegin (Russian Literature Classic)

Автор: Alexander Pushkin

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      Even so! His passions soon abated,

      Hateful the hollow world became,

      Nor long his mind was agitated

      By love’s inevitable flame.

      For treachery had done its worst;

      Friendship and friends he likewise curst,

      Because he could not gourmandise

      Daily beefsteaks and Strasbourg pies

      And irrigate them with champagne;

      Nor slander viciously could spread

      Whene’er he had an aching head;

      And, though a plucky scatterbrain,

      He finally lost all delight

      In bullets, sabres, and in fight.

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      His malady, whose cause I ween

      It now to investigate is time,

      Was nothing but the British spleen

      Transported to our Russian clime.

      It gradually possessed his mind;

      Though, God be praised! he ne’er designed

      To slay himself with blade or ball,

      Indifferent he became to all,

      And like Childe Harold gloomily

      He to the festival repairs,

      Nor boston nor the world’s affairs

      Nor tender glance nor amorous sigh

      Impressed him in the least degree —

      Callous to all he seemed to be.

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      Ye miracles of courtly grace,

      He left you first, and I must own

      The manners of the highest class

      Have latterly vexatious grown;

      And though perchance a lady may

      Discourse of Bentham or of Say,

      Yet as a rule their talk I call

      Harmless, but quite nonsensical.

      Then they’re so innocent of vice,

      So full of piety, correct,

      So prudent, and so circumspect

      Stately, devoid of prejudice,

      So inaccessible to men,

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      And you, my youthful damsels fair,

      Whom latterly one often meets

      Urging your droshkies swift as air

      Along Saint Petersburg’s paved streets,

      From you too Eugene took to flight,

      Abandoning insane delight,

      And isolated from all men,

      Yawning betook him to a pen.

      He thought to write, but labour long

      Inspired him with disgust and so

      Nought from his pen did ever flow,

      And thus he never fell among

      That vicious set whom I don’t blame —

      Because a member I became.

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      Once more to idleness consigned,

      He felt the laudable desire

      From mere vacuity of mind

      The wit of others to acquire.

      A case of books he doth obtain —

      He reads at random, reads in vain.

      This nonsense, that dishonest seems,

      This wicked, that absurd he deems,

      All are constrained and fetters bear,

      Antiquity no pleasure gave,

      The moderns of the ancients rave —

      Books he abandoned like the fair,

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