Enticing goblet for my love, Its you, who made me drunk with love,
XXXIII
And now, free from humid stopper, Each bottle bangs and all the wine
Can hiss; with bearings important, By couplets tortured all the time,
Triquet gets up; the whole meeting The deepest silence now’s keeping.
Tatyana hardly sighs, the man Addresses her with verse in hand
And falsely sings, Applauds and crying Are greeting him.
And she has had
To reverence for singing that; The poet, such great but shying.
To her is drinking first, his rhyme He gives to Tanya at that time.
XXXIV
For greetings and congratulations She gives each one her thankful look.
But when her thanks for termination To Eugene came, tier languid mood,
Embarrassment, her being tired Arosed pity, he’s admired;
He mutely bowed to the girl, His gaze somehow was in all
Such charming, tender.
Was she feeling; That he then really was moved,
Or, like coquette, he simply boomed? By his good will Or willy-nilly
He showed tenderness. Such start Enlivens poor Tama’s heart.
XXXV
The driven chairs noise arouse; All throng has rushed to anter-room
As well as bees from tasty house With noise are flying for the bloom
All satisfied at feast by dinner The neighbours puff in room, the inner;
The ladies sit at fire-place; You see in corners whispering maids;.
Green tables are prepaired now, All active players they invite:
For boston, lomber come in sight, For whist, well famous until now.
They all are family the same, The sons of greedy bore at game.
XXXVI
They now play the eighth of roberts, Of whist the braves; eight times in line
They all replaced for each of roberts; The tea’s been brought.
I could define
The time of day by tea or dinner, Or supper.
Every country eater
Can know time without fuss: The stomach is the watch for us.
In brackets to the point I’d note: In all my verses, by my rhyme
About feasts, enormous, fine, About meals and corks I wrote
Like idol, - you, Omir divine, - For three millenniums in line,
XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX
The tea’s been brought; the quiet maidens Are taking saucers into hand,
At once behind the door awakens The sound of bassoon from band:
Enjoyed by thunder of the music From tea with rum at once refusing,
The Pans of the district girls, With Olga Petushkov then whirls,
With Tanya Lensky; Kharlikova, The bride of more than ripening age,
By hard from big Tambov’s engaged; Buyhanov whirls with Pustyakova,
The rest all gathered at the hail: Of ball the beuaty shines for all.
XL
At the beginning of my novel (In chapter first you look it all)
I’d like to use the Alban’s model: In Petersburg to show ball.
But then, amused by idle dreamings, Attended to my better feelings
Of known ladies feet and legs.