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

Автор: Alexander Pushkin

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СКАЧАТЬ by ready-made despair;

      The feeble moment would espy

      Of tender years the modesty

      Conquer by passion and address,

      Await the long-delayed caress.

      Avowal then ’twas time to pray,

      Attentive to the heart’s first beating,

      Follow up love — a secret meeting

      Arrange without the least delay —

      Then, then — well, in some solitude

      Lessons to give he understood!

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      How soon he learnt to titillate

      The heart of the inveterate flirt!

      Desirous to annihilate

      His own antagonists expert,

      How bitterly he would malign,

      With many a snare their pathway line!

      But ye, O happy husbands, ye

      With him were friends eternally:

      The crafty spouse caressed him, who

      And the suspicious veteran old,

      The pompous, swaggering cuckold too,

      Who floats contentedly through life,

      Proud of his dinners and his wife!

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      One morn whilst yet in bed he lay,

      His valet brings him letters three.

      What, invitations? The same day

      As many entertainments be!

      A ball here, there a children’s treat,

      Whither shall my rapscallion flit?

      Whither shall he go first? He’ll see,

      Perchance he will to all the three.

      Meantime in matutinal dress

      He hies unto the “Boulevard,”

      To loiter there in idleness

      Announcing to him dinner-time.

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      ’Tis dark. He seats him in a sleigh,

      “Drive on!” the cheerful cry goes forth,

      His furs are powdered on the way

      By the fine silver of the north.

      He enters. High the cork arose

      And Comet champagne foaming flows.

      Before him red roast beef is seen

      And truffles, dear to youthful eyes,

      Flanked by immortal Strasbourg pies,

      The choicest flowers of French cuisine,

      And Limburg cheese alive and old

      Is seen next pine-apples of gold.

      “Within him daily see the the fires of punch and war,

      Upon the fields of Mars a gallant warrior,

      A faithful friend to friends, of ladies torturer,

      But ever the Hussar.”

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      Still thirst fresh draughts of wine compels

      To cool the cutlets’ seething grease,

      When the sonorous Breguet tells

      Of the commencement of the piece.

      A critic of the stage malicious,

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