Evgeny Onegin (excerpt)
Author: Pushkin
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44-year-old Evgeny leaned to her feet
Swoop down;
She trembled slightly, silently, and only raised her eyes to look at Onegin, who was neither angry nor surprised.........
His sick, bleak eyes, his pleading look, his silent rebuke, she understood.
An innocent girl with her old dreams, her heart,
Then he revived her again.
Dania (Dagjana's nickname), poor Dania! Drown in the agony of crazy remorse.
She didn't reach out to help him up.
Without moving myself to gaze into his eyes,
Nor do you pull her unconscious hand away,
Let him greedily kiss and kiss again...
What was she looking forward to at the moment?
After a long silence,
Finally, she whispered:
"Enough, please stand up. I should
Be frank with you. Onegin,
Do you still remember that day,
At that time, in the garden, on the side of the forest vagina,
Fate brings us together,
Lessons for you
How obediently did I hear that?
Well, it's my turn today.
"Onegin, I was younger then,
Like, then, I was much prettier,
Onegin, I fell in love with you at that time,
But what? What do I find in your heart? How do you answer me? It's just a serious book.
At that time, the love of a docile girl - isn't it? ----'t new to you?
Now, when I think of your cold eyes and your set of teachings,
Oh, my God! - It's really chilling... I don't blame you. In that terrible hour, what you did was very noble,
You didn't do anything wrong in front of me:
I thank you for using my whole heart......... Oh, my God! - It's really chilling... I don't blame you. In that terrible hour, what you did was very noble,
I thank you for using my whole heart.........
"Then —wasn't it? - In the remote countryside far away from people's vain rumors,
I don't please you... But why are you so passionate about me now? Why are you chasing me so hard?
Is it because, in this high society,
Now I have to show my face?
Because I'm famous and rich now?
Because I have a husband who was wounded in battle,
We are favored by the court for this?
Is it because, now, my infidelity?
May attract the attention of everyone,
So maybe for you in society
Winning a notorious glory?
"I was crying... If you haven't forgotten your Tanya until now,
Then you know: I prefer your harsh scolding and your cold, harsh conversation to these tears, letters, and humiliating passions, if I could choose at will.
At that time, you at least pitied my naïve dreams, and at least respected my youth...
And now! - How small you are on your knees at my feet! What makes you like this? Why, with your heart and talent, have you become a slave to shallow emotions?
"For me, Onegin, this opulence, this repulsive brilliance of life, the fame I have gained in the social whirlwind, my hip home and these evenings, what has it been? I would rather immediately abandon these torn clothes of the masquerade ball, these black smoke miasma, luxury, chaos,
For a shelf of books, for a deserted garden, for the humble dwelling of our year,
O Onegin, go back to that place, where I met you for the first time; and back to the humble grave,
There, a cross, a shade,
Now it's covering my poor grandmother...
"And happiness used to be so close,
Then it is possible! ......... But, my destiny,
My fate is all predestined,
I may not have been cautious enough about this:
My mother begged me with tears;
For poor Tanya,
Whatever, she listens to fate.........
I married my husband.
I beg you to leave me, as you should;
I know: there is pride in your heart,
And there is also the glory of integrity.
I love you (why cover it up with lies?) ),
But I have now been married to someone else;
I will be loyal to him for the rest of my life. ”
She walked away.
Evgeni stood still,
It was as if I had been struck by a thunderbolt.
At this moment, in his heart,
What a storm of mixed feelings is being set off!
But there was the sound of spurs,
Dagiana's husband immediately appeared,
Here, in this protagonist of mine
This moment of the most embarrassing situation,
Reader, let's break up with him,
And with him for a long time... Parting forever.
Tagiana said that she would leave in disgrace, and Onegin fell with deep sorrow in the harsh winter of Moscow..."
