And she insensibly is drifting, She doesn’t move and doesn’t breathe;
He speeds her up the forest road; Through trees is seen a dwelling old,
It’s in the backwoods and it all Is bound by the snow-fall,
Its window is brightly shining, Inside much noise and fuss they’ve had;
‘There is my crony, he said, To warm yourself you must be trying!’
To inner porch he goes fast, He’s laying down her at last.
X U1
When she recovered she is looking: Some inner porch... the bear's gone;
She hears rings of glasses, hooping Like at the funeral great, long.
Not seeing any use of porches Through chink she now stilly watches;
What does she see? that at the boards Are sitting spooks of any sorts:
One’s horned, with muzzle of a hound; Another has of cock the head;
With goat’s beard sits a hag; She sees sceleton stiff and proud,
A dwarf with tail; and there’s that Who’s half-a-crane and half-a-cat.
XVII
But that’s more wonderful and dreadful: A crayfish on a spider rides,
At goose’s neck a skull is fateful, It’s whirling round for all sides;
A mill is squatting in the dancing, By wings it crackles, flaps, is glancing.
They bark and laugh, they whistle, clap, They sing and speak, like horses stamp:
But what Tatyana could he thinking When recognized among the guests
Her love but fright nevertheless, Main person of this novel pretty!
Onegin’s sitting at the board By stealth is looking at the door.
XVIII
He makes a sign and all they bother; He drinks and all they drink and cry;
He laughs - they all are laughing further: He frowns - all are srient, wry.
That he’s the head - it all is clear And Tanya has much less of fear;
Of interest she is now full And tries herself the door to pull…
But suddenly the wind has blown Away the lire of all lamps:
Are troubled house-spirit gangs; Onegin’s eyes make tire own,
He’s rumbling, quickly he gets up, For door he nears, ail got up.
XIX
She got afraid and in a hurry Tatyana tries away to fly
And can’t; she’s now deeply worrier!, She moans and she’d like to cry...
But can’t: through door her Eugene enters; In front of eyes of Hades’ spectres
The girl appeared! Laugh was wild!. They all stood gaping for a while,
Then hoofs, wry trunks, it let alone The tufted tails, the fangs in mugs,
The whiskers and the bloody tongues, The horns and fingers made of bone -
All point at her, such young and fine, And all they cry: ‘It’s mine! Its mine’
XX
‘It’s mine!’ the voice of Eugene thunders! And all the gang has vanished fast.
She stayed in frosty tone darkness: Young maiden is with Him at last.
Onegin stilly her is helping And in the corner is her laying
On shaky bench, and own head To Tanya’s shoulder he bends;
But suddenly her sister’s coming, Then Lensky comes; the light has flashed;
With threat Onegin raised his hand And wildly with his eyes is shining;
He curses all unbidden guests; And half alive she can’t have breath..
XXI
They argue louder; he’s getting Some long a knife; in short a while
He’s killing Lensky; horrid shading Lays down, then a dreadful cry
Is heard; the dwelling all is shaking...