My Lensky on the dam is leaning, For them impatiently he waits.
With mill Zaretsky has been dealing: Mill-stones he investigates.
Onegin’s coining with excuses.
Zaretsky to behave refuses: ‘But where is the second yours?’
In duels classic, pedant cross
He loved the method with his passion: To make a man on earth to lay
He didn’t want by any way But by the rules of artful fashion,
As legends say of old age (For that we’d praise in him the sage).
XXVII
’My second? - Eugene said with passion, My friend, monsieur Guiilot, does wait.
I can’t foresee any objection To this representation made.
Its true, he is unknown version, But really he's honest person!’
Zaretsky’s bitten both lips; To Lensky Eugene then appeals:
‘Shall we begin?’ ‘Perhaps,’ says Lensky.
And quickly both they yet off
Behind the mill.
Meanwhile far off The honest person and Zaretsky
Grand treaty’s ditties exercise; The foes stand and drop the eyes.
XXVIII
The foes!
Shortly each from other Were drifted they by thirst of blood.
Not long ago they like brothers Divided meals, ideas, flood
Of daily troubles.
Now spiteful, Like in vendetta they are frightful,
Like in a dreadful misty dream Against each other in the still
Prepare ruins once for ever...
They’d better laugh before they had
With blood sustained each pure hand... They’d bel.ter part in friendly manner...
The enmity’s afraid in world Of eyes derisive, scornful word!
XXIX
The pistols all are now shining, The hammer’s jingling at the lock,
To barrels go bullets hiding; First time is clicking pistol’s cock.
The powder, by grey parts handed, On shelf is falling; an indented,
Reliably well screwed the flint Is cocked once more.
And stands at stint
Behind a stump Guillot quite scared.
The foes put the capes on steppe.
Zaretsky thirty second step Has measured with exactness cared
Then took the friends for last his track Arid each of them the pistol had.
XXX
‘You now meet...’ - And both coolly, The enemies, not aiming yet,
In slow gait, quite fast and smoothly Have come the fourth already step.
Four fatal for the life the stages...
His pistol then Onegin raises
Not stopping coming in advance, The first of them to catch a chance.
And more five steps they neared striding, And Lensky screwed left eye more fast,
Began to aim... but quickly just Onegin shot...
The clock’s been striking
The fixing time; the poor bard In silence drops his pistol hard
XXXI