I dread to read again...
In fear shameful heart is sinking.
For me your honour is the bail, I trust you bravely all my feeling...
XXXII
Tatyana now sighs and moans, The letter’s trembling on her palm, The wafer’s drying on her own Inflamed by fever rigid tongue.
Her head to shoulder’s inclining, Her light chemise is now sliding From charming shoulder away...
But now radiant moon’s ray Is dying out, and some quaky From earth gets out steam.
A stream Like silver shines. And after dream By hornlet peasants have been waking.
Its morning: everyone again Is up. To her it’s all the same.
XXXIII
She doesn’t see that day is breaking. She sits in bed with hanging head And on her letter isn’t pressing Her well cut out round stamp.
But stealthily the door unlocking Grey-haired nurse already’s walking, With tea on tray is coming up: -My child, it’s time for getting up; But, beauty, you are now ready!
My dear early little bird!
Last evening frightful words I’d heard; Thank God!
I see you strong already!
Of nightly grief I see none track, Your face is blushing poppy-red.-
XXXIV
‘Ah, will you do a favour, nanny?’ -All right, my dear, you command.-
‘D’you think.’ indeed... suspicions any… But do you see...
Ah, don’t mind’ -My friend, by God to hail I dare--
‘You send your grandchild stilly there To give this note to... to my...
The neighbour... order to your guy: Not say a word he must be ready, By no means to call my name!’… -To whom, my dear?
Tell again, You see, I’m now muddle-headed.
Too many neighbours we have had, I cannot count al! them yet.-
XXXV
‘What slow-witted you are, nyanya!’ -I’m old, dear friend of heart, My wit is now fading, Tanya: But long ago I was smart: By word of barin’s will I’d rather…-
‘Ah, nanny, that is quite (mother, I’m never bothered by your wit; I speak of letter, you should fit For that Onegin’ -Well done dealing.
Do not be angry, dear. you Well know: I am dull for you...
But you are pale... What are you feeling? ‘It’s nothing, nanny, not at all.
But send your boy, and first of all’ .
XXXVI
The day had gone, but no answer...
Next day has come...
She’s up at once, Like shade she’s pale, but no answer...
Well dressed, she’s waiting for her chance, But came to Olga her adorer.,.
‘And where is your friend, the former?- Vladimir such request has got, It seems, he us at all forgot.’.
Tatyana’s flushing, all she’s trembling - To be to-day he promised me,- Vladimir answers, - may be, he For post now yet is waiting.- Tatyana stands, she drops her eyes As if reproached by the vice.
XXXVII
It’s getting dark; already, shining, Is hissing evening samovar, It heats the tea-pot, brought from China; Light steam is whirling so far.
By Olga’s hand the tea’s been pouring To little cup of guest adoring By dark and sweetly scenting stream; A boy already brings the cream; At window Tatyana’s standing, She’s breathing at the cooling glass And lost in thought quite deep and vast With pretty finger she is melting On misted window’s cool pane Her pattern O.E. again.
XXXVIII
Meanwhile her soul’s feelings moan, Her tears filled her languid glance...
What chatters!.. Blood in her runs cold...
They rush into the yard at once!
‘Ah, Eugene!’, - She is quickly running, Like shade she’s prompt, to exit’s jumping, From porch for garden through the yard She flies, to look yet back it’s hard; In short a minute she’s been racing Across the bridges and the glade, Along the forest, brook, the lake, She is the lilac bushes breaking, Through flowers she runs... in wrench Without breath she reached a bench,
XXXIX
Has fallen…
‘Here’s He! that’s Eugene!
My God! what thoughts could come to him!’
Of tortures full, her heart refuges The hopes of her heavy dream.