With heavenly her pride she’s touching The earth when conies to take a rest:
Of what a languor’s full her breast?
What languid is her gaze guile charming:
But that will do; adieu is [node: For madness tribute you have paid.
LIII
The noise, the laughter, running, bows, Mazurka, gallop, waltz.
Meanwhile
Between two aunts at column now, Not seen by anyone that tame,
Tatyana looks but isn't. soon To this world’s fuss she’s hatred feeling.
She’s stuffy here... In her dreams Transfers for life among the fields,
To country, people in the groves, To isolated dear nook
In which yet streams the clear brook, To flowers, to all the novels,
Of linden alleys dimmish To places where he then came.
LIV
Her thought is hiking everywhere, Forgotten are the bail, the world.
Meanwhile his eyes off her can’t tear Some general important, grand.
The aunts are winking one to other And pushed my Tanya quickly rather,
And whispered her each one of them: ‘You look left side at those men…’
‘Left side?.. but where? what is there?’ I ‘It doesn’t matter, but you look,
D’you see, in front of that small group The two, the uniforms they wear...
He stepped away... he turned a bit..’-
‘But who? plump general that big?’
LV
Congratulating Tanya dear With first success at fair ring
Let’s turn the route we now here To keep in mind of whom I sing...
Of that two words I must be speaking: Of young my friend I’m now singing,
Of multiplied his own crank.
You now bless long years’ work
My muse in ethics well embodied!
To me true compass now lend
Haphazard wander to prevent.
Enough... and has been done the burden:
Well, I saluted classicism! It’s late, but preface has been seen.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever, fare thee well.
Byron
I
That time, when in lyceum’s gardens I flourished quickly, quite serene,
To read Apuleius I was ardent, But Cicero I didn’t read,
That time in sacramental valleys, At cries of swans, of spring endeavours,
At waters shining in the still, A muse had come to me, it filled
My student’s cell; its sullen tightness At once by rays of hers was lit,
She opened the feasts In it And praised devices of the chillness,
And glory of the old starts, And panting dreams of all young hearts
II
The world with smile my muse was electing, The first success lent wings for us,
Derzhavin old us was greeting, {31} To tomb descending blessed he us.
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III
And as a law for me imputing Of passions tyrany unique,