Was lost in thought; to Olga near Revengeful words said no more.
And Olga’s yawning; round here She’s looking for her Lensky dear.
For her cotillion now seems Like long and heavy dreadful dreams,
At last it stopped.
All have the supper.
The beds are made. And any guest
Has own place to have a rest, From porch to maiden’s.
All they utter
A need for sleep.
Onegin my To sleep at home lone flied.
II
All’s now calm; in rooms you hear: Is snoring heavy Pustyakov
With own heavy hall, his dear; Gvozdin, Buyanov, Petushkov
And Flyanov who is not quite healthy, On chairs in a room are wealthy.
Monsieur Triquet is on the floor, In jersey, capped, not far from door.
In Tanya’s, Olga’s rooms all maidens Already happy dreams have had;
At window alone, sad (Diana’s ray lights up, her wakens)
My poor Tanya sits, can’t sleep, And looks into the darkling field.
III
By his anwaited apparition, By instant tenderness of eyes,
By got by Olga strange tuition She’s touched, in depth of soul sighs;
She’s been embarrassed, cannot now Him understand yet anyhow;
She’s troubled by the jealous trend: As if some cold foe’s hand
Can press her heart, or a misfortune, That waits for her, is black, makes noise.
‘I’ll perish, - says my Tanya’s voice - From him to die is pleasant fortune.
I don’t grudge: why should I grudge?
He can’t give happiness at large’.
IV
But forward, forward, you, my story!
My muse new person just reveals.
Some several miles from Krasnogory, From Lensky’s village, there lives
And is alive yet for the present, In philosophical sense desert,
Zaretsky, brawler; they believe: Of gambling gang he was the chief,
The chief of rakes, a tribune-tippler. Hut now simply good the head
Of family; not married yet; A real friend, a landlord, ripper;
To honest people he belongs: This way the century reforms!
V
A smooth-tongued voice of world, it happened, His evil bravery could praise:
From pistol he, not being rattled, At fifteen metres stuck the ace.
But he at real field of action Himself white raptured by affection
Distinguished: bravely to the slush From Kalmyk horse he fell in rush.
Like drunkard tight by real Frenchmen Was captivated (dear lot!).
New Regulus (of honour God) Anew he could the bonds abandon:
At Verrey’s every morning’s time On credit drank three quarts of wine.
VI
He joked in a funny manner, Could fool an idiot for fun,
Could make of clever fool for ever, Explicit or implicit one.
Sometimes himself for tricks on others Was given lessons by the others;
Sometimes himself, not as a rule, Could he entrapped like real fool;
For merry dispute he was able To be in answers dull or sharp,