My ankle is the mostly honesty man in the world
Once
He became sick and really old
He force respect for yourself
He cannot found better role
His example
For other lesson
Who has about this case question
But Oh my God
It is so sad
Show that you glad
To tend the man
Who halfway died
Fix his pillow
To bring the tablets
Mature
Sigh and think:
"When Hell take you sir
To Nature".
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-So think young scapegrace
Flying ahead on his horses brave
Heir of all his kinsman
Friends of Ludmila and of Ruslan
Without any wait and delay
Let me introduce
The hero of my play
Pray Onegin
My pleasant friend
He was born on Neva"s land
Where are maybe you was begotten
Or shine my reader
There are I walk too
But no more
North is not good for me
It is true
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Served excellent nobly
In credit his father lived
Every year he gave free balls and
He lost all money on the end
Fate keep Eugene
For beginning Madam gave for baby space
When she quit Monsieur took it place
The child was frisky but sweet
Monsieur poky Frenchman teach Eugene easy He don't keep him too serious busy He did not bother to strict morality He prefer fan and loyalty And took him to walk in Summer Garden For some vitality
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When Eugene grow
Time go for hope dream and show
For Monsieur was say Go away
And Eugene became free
With hair catch to the last fashion
Like a london dandy he dressed
And the end he appear
For high society lorgnette
In French he 'd perfected
He could express himself and write
Easy dancing the mazurka
And bow in manner unaffected
What else?
Society Light decide
that he charm and smart.
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We all study gradually
Anything and somehow
So we Know How to shining
Without any meaning
Thank God It is not hard
To show how you smart
Onegin was, according to many
(Judges decisive and strict)
Scientist man but pedant:
He had a happy talent
Without compulsion in conversation
Touch to everything lightly,
With the air of an expert scientist
Keep silence in an important dispute
And excite ladies smile
Fire unexpected epigrams
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Latin went out of fashion now:
So, if you tell the truth,
He knew quite Latin too
To disassemble the epigraphs,
Talk about Juvenal,
In the end of letter put the vale,
Yes remembered, though not without sin,
Two verses of the Aeneid.
He did not have wish to rummage
In chronological dust
Chronicles the earth;
But anecdotes days
From Romulus to the present time
He kept in his memory very fine
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High passion without
He didn't spare life for sounds
But how musicians not fight
He cannot understood
What different
Between treble or
Bass clef
On everything he has own sight
Scolded Homer, Theocritus;
But read Adam Smith,
And there was a deep economy,
That is, he knew how to judge
As a nation gets richer
And the lives and why
Do not need gold for that
When in the store a lot cheaper food
And it is not bad it is good
Father could not understand it
He think just reach want eat
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Everything that Eugene had known
I have no time to retell;
But what it was a true genius,
I knew it harder all the sciences,
That was with him from yang age
And the labor and pain and joy,
Which took a whole day
His longing laziness -
Science was tender passion,
Which glorified Naso,
What sufferer as he finished
His brilliant century and rebellious
In Moldova, in the wilderness of the steppes,
From His Italy far away
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How soon could he dissemble
Conceal hope jealous
Dissuading, make believe
Seem grim, languish,
Be proud and obedient,
Attentive or indifferent!
Voluptuously as he was silent,
How fiery eloquence,
In the heart's letters as sloppy!
One breath, one love,
How he was able to forget yourself!
As his gaze was quick and gentle,
Bashful and brash, and sometimes
Tears shone obedient!
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How he can show yourself
in jest again new
Make scary that
for everything now
He was really ready
Pleasent flattery amuse
See like he very easy
get any ascuse
because he living muse
With passion and mind win
Innocent years prejudice
Expecting involuntary weasel
Beg and require recognition
Eavesdrop when
her heart go on
Сhase haunt obsess love
And suddenly
get secret rendezvous
And after one on one poetry
give her lesson privately
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How early he can touch
The heart of professed coquette
Without effort much
But when he want
to annihilate his rivals
How venomously cursed
Which net was prepare for that
But you Blessed husbands
Leave him in friends
Everybody love him:
Sly spouse,
Incredulous old man ,
Cuckold stately
Forether satisfied with itself
his lunch and adoring wife.
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Sometimes, when he still in bed
Noteles are brought to him,
making the day full and greate.
What? Invitations? Actually,
Three houses call to soiree
There are ball. There are children holiday
Where are he to go time slay
With which begin? It matters not:
He has time to put everywhere dot.
Meanwhile in the morning apparel
Dressed in wide bolivar
Onegin go to the boulevard
And there are walk on play
Until waking Breguet
Ring out and remind
It is launch time
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It's dark: he sits into the sleigh
"Away, away"-the cry resounds
Silvery frost dust color
On his beaver collar.
"Off to Talon's:He's sure therein
Waiting for him Kaverin.
Entered: cork in ceiling
Comets of wine squirted flow
Bloody roast beef is there to show.
And truffles, young men's net
French cookery's the best bouquet.
And Strasbourg pie, that fresh forever
Between Limburg cheese's living mass
And a golden pineapple.
But why there are not apple
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" More glasses"- thirst ask
To pour hot' cutlets
But sound of Breguets remind
That there are new ballet begun.
The theater's heartless legislator,
Flighty adorer charming actresses
Honorable citizen backstage
Onegin flies off to the theatre,
Where air is full of freedom
You can be fool you can be smart
Like king in his own kingdom
Prepared to chap an entrechat,
To hiss off Phaedra, Cleopatra
Call for Moena just for choice
That everybody can hear his noise
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XVIII.
Miracle world! There in old years
Satire's the bright master
Shining Fonvisin
;;;;; Волшебный край! там в стары годы,; Сатиры смелый властелин,; Блистал Фонвизин, друг свободы,; И переимчивый Княжнин;; Там Озеров невольны дани; Народных слез, рукоплесканий; С младой Семеновой делил;; Там наш Катенин воскресил; Корнеля гений величавый;; Там вывел колкий Шаховской; Своих комедий шумный рой,; Там и Дидло венчался славой,; Там, там под сению кулис; Младые дни мои неслись.;;;;;;XIX.;;;;; Мои богини! что вы? где вы?; Внемлите мой печальный глас:; Всё те же ль вы? другие ль девы,; Сменив, не заменили вас?; Услышу ль вновь я ваши хоры?; Узрю ли русской Терпсихоры; Душой исполненный полет?; Иль взор унылый не найдет; Знакомых лиц на сцене скучной,; И, устремив на чуждый свет; Разочарованный лорнет,; Веселья зритель равнодушный,; Безмолвно буду я зевать; И о былом воспоминать?;;;;;;XX.;;;;; Театр уж полон; ложи блещут;; Партер и кресла, все кипит;; В райке нетерпеливо плещут,; И, взвившись, занавес шумит.; Блистательна, полувоздушна,; Смычку волшебному послушна,; Толпою нимф окружена,; Стоит Истомина; она,; Одной ногой касаясь пола,; Другою медленно кружит,; И вдруг прыжок, и вдруг летит,; Летит, как пух от уст Эола;; То стан совьет, то разовьет,; И быстрой ножкой ножку бьет.;;;;;;XXI.;;;;; Всё хлопает. Онегин входит,; Идет меж кресел по ногам,; Двойной лорнет скосясь наводит; На ложи незнакомых дам;; Все ярусы окинул взором,; Всё видел: лицами, убором; Ужасно недоволен он;; С мужчинами со всех сторон; Раскланялся, потом на сцену; В большом рассеянье взглянул,; Отворотился — и зевнул,; И молвил: "всех пора на смену;; Балеты долго я терпел,; Но и Дидло мне надоел" ( 5 ).;;;;;;XXII.;;;;; Еще амуры, черти, змеи; На сцене скачут и шумят;; Еще усталые лакеи; На шубах у подъезда спят;; Еще не перестали топать,; Сморкаться, кашлять, шикать, хлопать;; Еще снаружи и внутри; Везде блистают фонари;; Еще, прозябнув, бьются кони,; Наскуча упряжью своей,; И кучера, вокруг огней,; Бранят господ и бьют в ладони:; А уж Онегин вышел вон;; Домой одеться едет он.