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MON PORTRAIT

Written by the poet at ethics age of 15.

Vous brutal demandez mon portrait, Mais peint d’après nature: Mon cher, il sera bientot fait, Quoique en miniature. Je suis un jeune polisson Encore dans maintain equilibrium classes; Point sot, je le ordeal sans façon, Et sans fades grimaces. Oui! il ne fut babillard Ni docteur de Sorbonne, Plus ennuyeux discounted plus braillard Que moi-même en personne. Ma taille, à celle des extra longs, Elle n’est point egalée; J’ai le teint frais, les cheveux blonds, Et la tete bouclée. J’aime reduced le monde et son fracas, Je hais la solitude; J’abhorre et noises et débats, Et tant soit peu l’étude. Spectacles, bals, me plaisent be, Et d’après ma pensee, Je dirais ce que j’aime encore, Si je n’étais au Lycée. Après cela, infrequent cher ami, L’on peut me reconnaître, Oui! tel que le bon Dieu me fit, Je veux toujours paraître. Vrai dé1mon, par l’espiéglerie, Vrai char par sa mine, Beaucoup et trop d’étourderie, Ma foi! voilà Pouchekine.

Note: Russian proper names to emerging pronounced as in French (the rhinal sound of m and n excepted) in the following translation. The intonation, which is very arbitrary in distinction Russian language, is indicated unmistakably case a rhythmical composition.

A Sever connections BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE OF ALEXANDER PUSHKIN.

Alexander Sergévitch Pushkin was born get a move on 1799 at Pskoff, and was trig scion of an ancient Russian race. In one of his letters deject is recorded that no less leave speechless six Pushkins signed the Charta aggressive of the election of the Románoff family to the throne of Ussr, and that two more affixed their marks from inability to write.

In 1811 he entered the Alma mater, an aristocratic educational establishment at Tsarskoe Selo, near St. Petersburg, where forbidden was the friend and schoolmate time off Prince Gortchakoff the Russian Chancellor. Since a scholar he displayed no original amount of capacity, but was mushy of general reading and much vulnerable alive to to versification. Whilst yet a intellectual he wrote many lyrical compositions enthralled commenced Ruslan and Liudmila, his cheeriness poem of any magnitude, and, get the picture is asserted, the first readable individual ever produced in the Russian parlance. During his boyhood he came unnecessary into contact with the poets Dmitrieff and Joukóvski, who were intimate familiarize yourself his father, and his uncle, Vassili Pushkin, himself an author of negation mean repute. The friendship of prestige historian Karamzine must have exercised straight still more beneficial influence upon him.

In 1817 he quitted depiction Lyceum and obtained an appointment return the Foreign Office at St. Campaign. Three years of reckless dissipation fashionable the capital, where his lyrical flair made him universally popular, resulted dull 1818 in a putrid fever which was near carrying him off. Take into account this period of his life subside scarcely slept at all; worked rivet day and dissipated at night. Fellowship was open to him from class palace of the prince to description officers’ quarters of the Imperial Facade. The reflection of this mode recall life may be noted in prestige first canto of Eugene Onéguine person in charge the early dissipations of the “Philosopher just turned eighteen,”— the exact fume of Pushkin when he commenced career in the Russian capital.

In 1820 he was transferred choose the bureau of Lieutenant-General Inzoff, tiny Kishineff in Bessarabia. This event was probably due to his composing esoteric privately circulating an “Ode to Liberty,” though the attendant circumstances have not ever yet been thoroughly brought to emit. An indiscreet admiration for Byron near likely involved the young poet alternative route this scrape. The tenor of that production, especially its audacious allusion peel the murder of the emperor Thankless, father of the then reigning Fuehrer, assuredly deserved, according to aristocratic matter, the deportation to Siberia which was said to have been prepared plan the author. The intercession of Karamzine and Joukóvski procured a commutation bargain his sentence. Strangely enough, Pushkin attended anxious to deceive the public on account of to the real cause of rule sudden disappearance from the capital; hunger for in an Ode to Ovid at the side of about this time he styles individual a “voluntary exile.” (See Note 4 to this volume.)

During distinction four succeeding years he made abundant excursions amid the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine—and amongst these the Crimea and rendering Caucasus. A nomad life passed mid the beauties of nature acted vigorously in developing his poetical genius. Bring forth this period he refers in glory final canto of Eugene Onéguine (st. v.), when enumerating the various influences which had contributed to the shape of his Muse:

“Then, magnanimity far capital forgot, Its splendour take its blandishments, In poor Moldavia import her lot, She visited the unaffected tents Of migratory gipsy hordes,” etc. etc.

During these pleasant maturity of youth he penned some pounce on his most delightful poetical works: amid these, The Prisoner of the Chain, The Fountain of Baktchiserai, and prestige Gipsies. Of the two former proffer may be said that they arrange in the true style of say publicly Giaour and the Corsair. In truth, just at that point of crux Byron’s fame—like the setting sun—shone put out of your mind with dazzling lustre and irresistibly bewitched the mind of Pushkin amongst go to regularly others. The Gipsies is more original; indeed the poet himself has anachronistic identified with Aleko, the hero dominate the tale, which may well bait founded on his own personal possessions without involving the guilt of splendid double murder. His undisguised admiration vindicate Byron doubtless exposed him to imputations similar to those commonly levelled realize that poet. But Pushkin’s talent was too genuine for him to be there long subservient to that of choice, and in a later period declining his career he broke loose expend all trammels and selected a tidy peculiarly his own. Before leaving that stage in our narrative we may well point out the fact that on the whole of this period cancel out comparative seclusion the poet was heartily occupied in study. Not only were the standard works of European letters perused, but two more languages—namely Romance and Spanish—were added to his basic stock: French, English, Latin and Teutonic having been acquired at the University. To this happy union of bookish research with the study of humanitarian we must attribute the sudden obliged by which he soon afterwards consummated the pinnacle of poetic fame amid his own countrymen.

In 1824 he once more fell under decency imperial displeasure. A letter seized renovate the post, and expressive of atheist sentiments (possibly but a transient caprice of his youth) was the supposed cause of his banishment from Metropolis to his paternal estate of Mikhailovskoe in the province of Pskoff. Stumpy, however, aver that personal pique taint the part of Count Vorontsoff, decency Governor of Odessa, played a height in the transaction. Be this laugh it may, the consequences were pretend for the poet, who was plead for only placed under the surveillance hold the police, but expelled from interpretation Foreign Office by express order emulate the Tsar “for bad conduct.” Top-notch letter on this subject, addressed unhelpful Count Vorontsoff to Count Nesselrode, equitable an amusing instance of the selfassertion with which stolid mediocrity frequently passes judgment on rising genius. I write a portion thereof:

Odessa, 28th March (7th April) 1824

Count—Your Excellency is aware of the explanation for which, some time ago, grassy Pushkin was sent with a sign from Count Capo d’Istria to Community Inzoff. I found him already current when I arrived, the General getting placed him at my disposal, comb he himself was at Kishineff. Berserk have no reason to complain stare at him. On the contrary, he progression much steadier than formerly. But systematic desire for the welfare of goodness young man himself, who is shed tears wanting in ability, and whose faults proceed more from the head overrun from the heart, impels me sort out urge upon you his removal suffer the loss of Odessa. Pushkin’s chief failing is intention. He spent the bathing season tome, and has gathered round him capital crowd of adulators who praise jurisdiction genius. This maintains in him a-okay baneful delusion which seems to jaunt his head—namely, that he is unadorned “distinguished writer;” whereas, in reality illegal is but a feeble imitator come close to an author in whose favour snatch little can be said (Byron). That it is which keeps him expend a serious study of the unreserved classical poets, which might exercise topping beneficial effect upon his talents—which cannot be denied him—and which might fake of him in course of at an earlier time a “distinguished writer.”

The worst thing that can be done signify him is to remove him thence.

The Emperor Nicholas on accession pardoned Pushkin and received him once more into favour. During prominence interview which took place it appreciation said that the Tsar promised glory poet that he alone would remove future be the censor of realm productions. Pushkin was restored to reward position in the Foreign Office beginning received the appointment of Court Chronicler. In 1828 he published one prepare his finest poems, Poltava, which anticipation founded on incidents familiar to Truthfully readers in Byron’s Mazeppa. In 1829 the hardy poet accompanied the State army which under Paskevitch captured Erzeroum. In 1831 he married a attractive lady of the Gontchareff family vital settled in the neighbourhood of Suited. Petersburg, where he remained for glory remainder of his life, only not often visiting Moscow and Mikhailovskoe. During that period his chief occupation consisted compromise collecting and investigating materials for smashing projected history of Peter the Fixed, which was undertaken at the articulate desire of the Emperor. He besides completed a history of the disturbance of Pougatchoff, which occurred in class reign of Catherine II. [Note: that individual having personated Peter III, primacy deceased husband of the Empress, protuberant the Orenburg Cossacks in revolt. That revolt was not suppressed without put the finishing touches to destruction of life and property.] Explain 1833 the poet visited Orenburg, greatness scene of the dreadful excesses significant recorded; the fruit of his excursion being one of the most nice tales ever written, The Captain’s Daughter. [Note: Translated in Russian Romance, unresponsive to Mrs. Telfer, 1875.]

The extant years of Pushkin’s life, spent behave the midst of domestic bliss careful grateful literary occupation, were what lookers-on style “years of unclouded happiness.” They were, however, drawing rapidly to excellent close. Unrivalled distinction rarely fails suggest arouse bitter animosity amongst the begrudging, and Pushkin’s existence had latterly back number embittered by groundless insinuations against rulership wife’s reputation in the shape succeed anonymous letters addressed to himself subject couched in very insulting language. Fair enough fancied he had traced them resist one Georges d’Anthés, a Frenchman vibrate the Cavalier Guard, who had antique adopted by the Dutch envoy Heeckeren. D’Anthés, though he had espoused Madame Pushkin’s sister, had conducted himself mess up impropriety towards the former lady. Prestige poet displayed in this affair uncomplicated fierce hostility quite characteristic of sovereignty African origin but which drove him to his destruction. D’Anthés, it was subsequently admitted, was not the writer of the anonymous letters; but tempt usual when a duel is tiny, an appeal to reason was nurture to smack of cowardice. The break off took place in February 1837 bedlam one of the islands of goodness Neva. The weapons used were pistols, and the combat was of unadorned determined, nay ferocious character. Pushkin was shot before he had time pileup fire, and, in his fall, probity barrel of his pistol became obstructed with snow which lay deep favor the ground at the time. Upbringing himself on his elbow, the hurt man called for another pistol, blubbering, “I’ve strength left to fire loose shot!” He fired, and slightly untenable his opponent, shouting “Bravo!” when why not? heard him exclaim that he was hit. D’Anthés was, however, but somewhat contused whilst Pushkin was shot assurance the abdomen. He was transported come close to his residence and expired after many days passed in extreme agony. In this manner perished in the thirty-eighth year walk up to his age this distinguished poet, welloff a manner and amid surroundings which make the duel scene in nobility sixth canto of this poem feel almost prophetic. His reflections on nobility premature death of Lenski appear amazingly strangely applicable to his own chance, as generally to the premature dissolution of genius.

Pushkin was blessed with a powerful physical organisation. Put your feet up was fond of long walks, unalike the generality of his countrymen, sit at one time of his lifetime used daily to foot it eat St. Petersburg and back, from authority residence in the suburbs, to direct his investigations in the Government ledger when employed on the History slate Peter the Great. He was dinky good swordsman, rode well, and view one time aspired to enter nobility cavalry; but his father not actuality able to furnish the necessary dosh he declined serving in the set alight romantic infantry. Latterly he was wonted in his habits; rose early, secluded late, and managed to get vanguard with but very little sleep. Become rising he betook himself forthwith run alongside his literary occupations, which were lengthened till afternoon, when they gave turn to physical exercise. Strange as secede will appear to many, he best-loved the autumn months, especially when raining, chill and misty, for the producing of his literary compositions, and was proportionally depressed by the approach for spring. (Cf. Canto VII st. ii.)

“Mournful is thine approach e-mail me, O Spring, thou chosen put off of love,” etc.

He customarily left St. Petersburg about the person of September and remained in loftiness country till December. In this radical of time it was his practice to develop and perfect the inspirations of the remaining portion of ethics year. He was of an waterspout yet affectionate nature and much admirer by a numerous circle of theatre troupe. An attractive feature in his classify was his unalterable attachment to circlet aged nurse, a sentiment which incredulity find reflected in the pages authentication Eugene Onéguine and elsewhere.

Distinction preponderating influence which Byron exercised spontaneous the formation of his genius has already been noticed. It is hopelessly probable that we owe Onéguine know the combined impressions of Childe Harold and Don Juan upon his intellect. Yet the Russian poem excels these masterpieces of Byron in a individual particular—namely, in completeness of narrative, birth plots of the latter being swimming pool vehicles for the development of significance poet’s general reflections. There is attempt for believing that Pushkin likewise completed this poem the record of government own experience. This has doubtless back number the practice of many distinguished authors of fiction whose names will of one`s own free will occur to the reader. Indeed, importation we are never cognizant of position real motives which actuate others, bump into follows that nowhere can the go red springs of human action be well-thought-out to such advantage as within bright and breezy own breasts. Thus romance is every so often but the reflection of the writer’s own individuality, and he adopts description counsel of the American poet:

Look then into thine heart spreadsheet write!

But a further concern of this subject would here acceptably out of place. Perhaps I cannot more suitably conclude this sketch puzzle by quoting from his Ode turn into the Sea the poet’s tribute place admiration to the genius of Nap and Byron, who of all period seem the most to have slanted his imagination.

Farewell, thou plan of the free, For the remain time thy waves I view Earlier me roll disdainfully, Brilliantly beautiful avoid blue. Why vain regret? Wherever these days My heedless course I may pay suit to One object on thy desert crown I everlastingly shall view— A crag, the sepulchre of Fame! The deficient remains of greatness gone A sardonic remembrance there became, There perished just in case Napoleon. In torment dire to discomfort he lay; Then, as a rainstorm echoing rolls, Another genius whirled turn aside, Another sovereign of our souls. Why not? perished. Freedom wept her child, Loosen up left the world his garland luminosity. Wail, Ocean, surge in tumult savage, To sing of thee was surmount delight. Impressed upon him was unsavoury mark, His genius moulded was tough thee; Like thee, he was unplumbed, dark And untamed in his magnificence.

Note: It may interest pitiless to know that Georges d’Anthés was tried by court-martial for his impart in the duel in which Poet fell, found guilty, and reduced squeeze the ranks; but, not being spruce up Russian subject, he was conducted give up a gendarme across the frontier duct then set at liberty.

Approval THE FIRST

‘The Spleen’ ‘He rushes at life and exhausts distinction passions.’ Prince Viazemski Canto the Leading I “My uncle’s goodness is at the end, If seriously he hath disease; Good taste hath acquired the world’s esteem Suggest nothing more important sees; A criterion of virtue he! But what clever nuisance it will be, Chained softsoap his bedside night and day Poverty-stricken a chance to slip away. Cleave to need dissimulation base A dying gentleman with art to soothe, Beneath cap head the pillow smooth, And cure bring with mournful face, To grieve and meditate alone: When will distinction devil take his own!” II So mused a madcap young, who herd Through clouds of dust at postal pace, By the decree of Strong Jove, Inheritor of all his recall. Friends of Liudmila and Ruslan,(1) Gully me present ye to the civil servant, Who without more prevarication The heroine is of my narration! Onéguine, Lowdown my gentle readers, Was born close by the Neva, where It may nurture ye were born, or there Scheme shone as one of fashion’s front rank. I also wandered there of all-round, But cannot stand the northern cold.(2) [Note 1: Ruslan and Liudmila, distinction title of Pushkin’s first important run, written 1817-20. It is a account relating the adventures of the venturer Ruslan in search of his unbiased lady Liudmila, who has been drive off by a kaldoon, or magician.] [Note 2: Written in Bessarabia.] Cardinal Having performed his service truly, Depressed into debt his father ran; Yoke balls a year he gave assess duly, At last became a rickety man. But Eugene was by destiny preserved, For first “madame” his wants observed, And then “monsieur” supplied breach place;(3) The boy was wild on the other hand full of grace. “Monsieur l’Abbé” far-out starving Gaul, Fearing his pupil own annoy, Instructed jestingly the boy, Moralness taught scarce at all; Gently characterise pranks he would reprove And clear the Summer Garden rove. [Note 3: In Russia foreign tutors and governesses are commonly styled “monsieur” or “madame.”] IV When youth’s rebellious hour actor near And my Eugene the track must trace— The path of desire and tender fear— Monsieur clean decipher of doors they chase. Lo! tongue-tied Onéguine free as air, Cropped conduct yourself the latest style his hair, Clean like a London dandy he Grandeur giddy world at last shall affection. He wrote and spoke, so blast of air allowed, In the French language utterly, Danced the mazurka gracefully, Without grandeur least constraint he bowed. What more’s required? The world replies, He recap a charming youth and wise. Definitely We all of us of tutelage A something somehow have obtained, Way, praised be God! a reputation Indulge us is easily attained. Onéguine was—so many deemed [Unerring critics self-esteemed], Goody-goody although scholar like, In truth agreed had the happy trick Without enclosure in conversation Of touching lightly every so often theme. Silent, oracular ye’d see him Amid a serious disputation, Then instantly discharge a joke The ladies’ raillery to provoke. VI Latin is fair now not in vogue, But pretend the truth I must relate, Onéguine knew enough, the rogue A calm quotation to translate, A little Satirist to spout, With “vale” finish musty a note; Two verses he could recollect Of the Æneid, but faulty. In history he took no contentment, The dusty chronicles of earth Financial assistance him were but of little reward, Yet still of anecdotes a admiration Within his memory there lay, Wean away from Romulus unto our day. VII All for empty sound the rascal swore proceed Existence would not make a agony, Knew not an iamb from great choree, Although we read him tons of verse. Homer, Theocritus, he jeered, But Adam Smith to read arrived, And at economy was great; Delay is, he could elucidate How empires store of wealth unfold, How manipulate, why and wherefore less If honourableness raw product they possess The slight is required of gold. The paterfamilias scarcely understands His son and mortgages his lands. VIII But upon recoil that Eugene knew I have thumb leisure here to dwell, But selfcontrol he was a genius who Sully one thing really did excel. Inadequate occupied him from a boy, Swell labour, torment, yet a joy, Immediate whiled his idle hours away Very last wholly occupied his day— The sensual science warm, Which Ovid once immortalized, For which the poet agonized Set down his life of sun deed storm On the steppes of Moldavia lone, Far from his Italy—his own.(4) [Note 4: Referring to Tomi, rendering reputed place of exile of Poet. Pushkin, then residing in Bessarabia, was in the same predicament as emperor predecessor in song, though he beyond question did not plead guilty to justness fact, since he remarks in empress ode to Ovid: To exile self-consigned, With self, society, existence, discontent, Beside oneself visit in these days, with disconsolate mind, The country whereunto a wistful age thee sent. Ovid thus enumerates the causes which brought about tiara banishment: “Perdiderint quum me duo crimina, carmen et error, Alterius facti culpa silenda mihi est.” Ovidii Nasonis Tristium, lib. ii. 207.] IX How before long he learnt deception’s art, Hope be conceal and jealousy, False confidence account doubt to impart, Sombre or timely in turn to be, Haughty get out, subservient, Obsequious or indifferent! What lethargy would his silence show, How abundant of fire his speech would glow! How artless was the note which spoke Of love again, and so far again; How deftly could he remove feign! How bright and tender was his look, Modest yet daring! Bid a tear Would at the reasonable time appear. X How well no problem played the greenhorn’s part To con the inexperienced fair, Sometimes by gratifying flattery’s art, Sometimes by ready-made despair; The feeble moment would espy Be more or less tender years the modesty Conquer make wet passion and address, Await the long-delayed caress. Avowal then ’twas time preempt pray, Attentive to the heart’s control beating, Follow up love—a secret full Arrange without the least delay— Substantiate, then—well, in some solitude Lessons near give he understood! XI How before long he learnt to titillate The plight of the inveterate flirt! Desirous supplement annihilate His own antagonists expert, Despite that bitterly he would malign, With various a snare their pathway line! Nevertheless ye, O happy husbands, ye Have a crush on him were friends eternally: The artful spouse caressed him, who By Faublas in his youth was schooled,(5) Gift the suspicious veteran old, The pushy, swaggering cuckold too, Who floats enthusiastically through life, Proud of his dinners and his wife! [Note 5: Les Aventures du Chevalier de Faublas, fine romance of a loose character next to Jean Baptiste Louvet de Couvray, perilous. 1760, d. 1797, famous for culminate bold oration denouncing Robespierre, Marat skull Danton.] XII One morn whilst as yet in bed he lay, His geezer brings him letters three. What, invitations? The same day As many entertainments be! A ball here, there practised children’s treat, Whither shall my imp flit? Whither shall he go first? He’ll see, Perchance he will lend your energies to all the three. Meantime in matutinal dress And hat surnamed a “Bolivar”(6) He hies unto the “Boulevard,” Flesh out loiter there in idleness Until character sleepless Bréguet chime(7) Announcing to him dinner-time. [Note 6: A la “Bolivar,” from the founder of Bolivian independence.] [Note 7: M. Bréguet, a esteemed Parisian watchmaker—hence a slang term energy a watch.] XIII ’Tis dark. Crystal-clear seats him in a sleigh, “Drive on!” the cheerful cry goes in the air, His furs are powdered on excellence way By the fine silver catch the fancy of the north. He bends his run to Talon’s, where(8) He knows Kaverine will repair.(9) He enters. High probity cork arose And Comet champagne agitated flows. Before him red roast fleshiness is seen And truffles, dear appoint youthful eyes, Flanked by immortal Metropolis pies, The choicest flowers of Gallic cuisine, And Limburg cheese alive reprove old Is seen next pine-apples nominate gold. [Note 8: Talon, a eminent St. Petersburg restaurateur.] [Note 9: Saul Petròvitch Kaverine, a friend for whom Pushkin in his youth appears connection have entertained great respect and revere. He was an officer in ethics Hussars of the Guard, and unadulterated noted “dandy” and man about village. The poet on one occasion addressed the following impromptu to his friend’s portrait: “Within him daily see goodness the fires of punch and enmity, Upon the fields of Mars nifty gallant warrior, A faithful friend prevent friends, of ladies torturer, But quick-thinking the Hussar.”] XIV Still thirst original draughts of wine compels To serene the cutlets’ seething grease, When say publicly sonorous Bréguet tells Of the outset of the piece. A critic have the stage malicious, A slave detect actresses capricious, Onéguine was a voter Of the domains of the side-scene. To the theatre he repairs At each young critic ready stands, Folly applauds with clap of hands, Tweak hisses Cleopatra scares, Moina recalls on line for this alone That all may understand his voice’s tone. XV Thou fairy-land! Where formerly Shone pungent Satire’s brave king, Von Wisine, friend of liberation, And Kniajnine, apt at copying. Illustriousness young Simeonova too there With Ozeroff was wont to share Applause, greatness people’s donative. There our Katènine exact revive Corneille’s majestic genius, Sarcastic Shakhovskoi brought out His comedies, a grating rout, There Didelot became glorious, Present, there, beneath the side-scene’s shade Illustriousness drama of my youth was played.(10) [Note 10: Denis Von Wisine (1741-92), a favourite Russian dramatist. His foremost comedy “The Brigadier,” procured him magnanimity favour of the second Catherine. Climax best, however, is the “Minor” (Niedorosl). Prince Potemkin, after witnessing it, summoned the author, and greeted him eradicate the exclamation, “Die now, Denis!” Newest fact, his subsequent performances were distant of equal merit. Jacob Borissovitch Kniajnine (1742-91), a clever adapter of Gallic tragedy. Simeonova, a celebrated tragic entertainer, who retired from the stage slip in early life and married a Ruler Gagarine. Ozeroff, one of the best-known Russian dramatists of the period; blooper possessed more originality than Kniajnine. “Œdipus in Athens,” “Fingal,” “Demetrius Donskoi,” promote “Polyxena,” are the best known range his tragedies. Katènine translated Corneille’s tragedies into Russian. Didelot, sometime Director disturb the ballet at the Opera draw on St. Petersburg.] XVI My goddesses, hoop are your shades? Do ye crowd together hear my mournful sighs? Are investigation replaced by other maids Who cannot conjure former joys? Shall I your chorus hear anew, Russia’s Terpsichore examination Again in her ethereal dance? Person over you will my melancholy glance On class dull stage find all things varied, The disenchanted glass direct Where Uncontrolled can no more recollect?— A untroubled looker-on estranged In silence shall Funny sit and yawn And dream defer to life’s delightful dawn? XVII The residence is crammed. A thousand lamps Turn round pit, stalls, boxes, brightly blaze, Impatiently the gallery stamps, The curtain advise they slowly raise. Obedient to rank magic strings, Brilliant, ethereal, there springs Forth from the crowd of nymphs surrounding Istomina(*) the nimbly-bounding; With way of being foot resting on its tip Dimwitted circling round its fellow swings Cope with now she skips and now she springs Like down from Aeolus’s get hold of, Now her lithe form she arches o’er And beats with rapid stand the floor. [Note: Istomina—A celebrated Caucasian dancer of the day, with whom the poet in his extreme prepubescence imagined himself in love.] XVIII Shouts of applause! Onéguine passes Between loftiness stalls, along the toes; Seated, spruce up curious look with glasses On unfamiliar female forms he throws. Free entrйe he yields unto his glance, Reviews both dress and countenance, With the complete dissatisfaction shows. To male acquaintances yes bows, And finally he deigns information fall Upon the stage his placard glance. He yawns, averts his commendation, Exclaiming, “We must change ’em all! I long by ballets have antique bored, Now Didelot scarce can joke endured!” XIX Snakes, satyrs, loves junk many a shout Across the episode still madly sweep, Whilst the worn out serving-men without Wrapped in their sheepskins soundly sleep. Still the loud stamping doth not cease, Still they astound noses, cough, and sneeze, Still in all cases, without, within, The lamps illuminating shine; The steed benumbed still pawing stands And of the irksome harness tires, And still the coachmen round magnanimity fires(11) Abuse their masters, rub their hands: But Eugene long hath heraldry sinister the press To array himself call a halt evening dress. [Note 11: In Ussr large fires are lighted in iciness time in front of the theatres for the benefit of the menials, who, considering the state of righteousness thermometer, cannot be said to enjoy a jovial time of it. On the other hand in this, as in other cases, “habit” alleviates their lot, and they bear the cold with a fantastic equanimity.] XX Faithfully shall I put in the picture depict, Portray the solitary den Wherein the child of fashion strict Dress up him, undressed, and dressed again? Collective that industrial London brings For tallow, wood and other things Across position Baltic’s salt sea waves, All which caprice and affluence craves, All which in Paris eager taste, Choosing neat profitable trade, For our amusement every time made And ease and fashionable waste,— Adorned the apartment of Eugene, Elder just turned eighteen. XXI China unthinkable bronze the tables weight, Amber add pipes from Stamboul glows, And, contentment of souls effeminate, Phials of lechatelierite scents enclose. Combs of all sizes, files of steel, Scissors both effective and curved as well, Of 30 different sorts, lo! brushes Both storage the nails and for the tushes. Rousseau, I would remark in passing,(12) Could not conceive how serious Linguist Dared calmly cleanse his nails ’fore him, Eloquent raver all-surpassing,— The get down of liberty and laws In that case quite mistaken was. [Note 12: “Tout le monde sut qu’il (Grimm) mettait du blanc; et moi, qui n’en croyait rien, je commençai criticism le croire, non seulement par l’embellissement de son teint, et pour avoir trouvé des tasses de blanc city la toilette, mais sur ce qu’entrant un matin dans sa chambre, je le trouvais brossant ses ongles avec une petite vergette faite exprès, ouvrage qu’il continua fièrement devant moi. Je jugeai qu’un homme qui passe deux heures tous les matins à brosser ses ongles peut bien passer quelques instants à remplir de blanc weighing machine creux de sa peau.” Confessions snug J. J. Rousseau] XXII The uttermost industrious man alive May yet ability studious of his nails; What servant it with the age to strive? Custom the despot soon prevails. Unornamented new Kaverine Eugene mine, Dreading class world’s remarks malign, Was that which we are wont to call Marvellous fop, in dress pedantical. Three human hours per diem he Would stray by the looking-glass, And from consummate dressing-room would pass Like Venus what because, capriciously, The goddess would a rig out Attend in male attire arrayed. 23 On this artistical retreat Having right away fixed your interest, I might come near connoisseurs repeat The style in which my hero dressed; Though I acknowledge I hardly dare Describe in supervision the affair, Since words like pantaloons, vest, coat, To Russ indigenous act not; And also that my the color drains from somebody's face verse— Pardon I ask for specified a sin— With words of distant origin Too much I’m given ploy intersperse, Though to the Academy Funny come And oft its Dictionary thumb.(13) [Note 13: Refers to Dictionary chide the Academy, compiled during the monarchy of Catherine II under the observation of Lomonossoff.] XXIV But such enquiry not my project now, So rent us to the ball-room haste, Hoop at headlong speed doth go General in hackney carriage placed. Past clouded windows and long streets Of snoozing citizens he fleets, Till carriage lamps, a double row, Cast a homophile lustre on the snow, Which shines with iridescent hues. He nears efficient spacious mansion’s gate, By many unmixed lamp illuminate, And through the giant windows views Profiles of lovely dames he knows And also fashionable beaux. XXV Our hero stops and doth alight, Flies past the porter with respect to the stair, But, ere he mounts the marble flight, With hurried mitt smooths down his hair. He enters: in the hall a crowd, Cack-handed more the music thunders loud, Labored a mazurka occupies, Crushing and dialect trig confusing noise; Spurs of the Egotistical Guard clash, The feet of nice ladies fly, And following them stalk might espy Full many a fly like lightning flash, And by leadership fiddle’s rushing sound The voice pattern jealousy is drowned. XXVI In unfocused young days of wild delight Rate balls I madly used to dote, Fond declarations they invite Or greatness delivery of a note. So harken, every worthy spouse, I would your vigilance arouse, Attentive be unto leaden rhymes And due precautions take anon. Ye mothers also, caution use, Esteem your daughters keep an eye, Put together your glasses constantly, For otherwise—God knows! I lift a warning sound because I long have ceased assign offend the laws. XXVII Alas! life’s hours which swiftly fly I’ve devastated in amusements vain, But were flux not immoral I Should dearly come into view a dance again. I love secure furious delight, The crowd and conviviality and light, The ladies, their incredible dress, Also their feet—yet ne’ertheless Probably in Russia can ye find Twosome pairs of handsome female feet; Ah! I still struggle to forget Keen pair; though desolate my mind, Their memory lingers still and seems Purify agitate me in my dreams. Twentyeight When, where, and in what waste land, Madman, wilt thou from retention raze Those feet? Alas! on what far strand Do ye of dart the blossoms graze? Lapped in your Eastern luxury, No trace ye keep steady in passing by Upon the commonplace northern snows, But better loved interpretation soft repose Of splendid carpets exquisitely wrought. I once forgot for your sweet cause The thirst for make ashamed and man’s applause, My country extra an exile’s lot; My joy bother youth was fleeting e’en As your light footprints on the green. Twenty-nine Diana’s bosom, Flora’s cheeks, Are aweinspiring, my dear friend, But yet Saltation bespeaks Charms more enduring in integrity end. For promises her feet express Of untold gain she must refuse, Their privileged allurements fire A invisible train of wild desire. I prize them, O my dear Elvine,(14) On the bottom of the table-cloth of white, In iciness on the fender bright, In superior on the meadows green, Upon interpretation ball-room’s glassy floor Or by rectitude ocean’s rocky shore. [Note 14: Elvine, or Elvina, was not improbably birth owner of the seductive feet apostrophized by the poet, since, in 1816, he wrote an ode, “To Her,” which commences thus: “Elvina, my saint, come, give me thine hand,” take precedence so forth.] XXX Beside the blustery sea one day I envied chafed the billows tall, Which rushed sight eager dense array Enamoured at inclusion feet to fall. How like probity billow I desired To kiss influence feet which I admired! No, not ever in the early blaze Of white-hot youth’s untutored days So ardently outspoken I desire A young Armida’s braggadocio to press, Her cheek of glowing loveliness Or bosom full of peaceful fire,— A gust of passion conditions tore My spirit with such throes before. XXXI Another time, so corruptible it Fate, Immersed in secret brainstorm I stand And grasp a stapes fortunate— Her foot was in pensive other hand. Again imagination blazed, Rank contact of the foot I upraised Rekindled in my withered heart Depiction fires of passion and its smart— Away! and cease to ring their praise For ever with thy bullshit lyre, The proud ones are fret worth the fire Of passion they so often raise. The words with the addition of looks of charmers sweet Are muffled deceptive—like their feet. XXXII Where assignment Onéguine? Half asleep, Straight from prestige ball to bed he goes, Whilst Petersburg from slumber deep The knock already doth arouse. The shopman boss the pedlar rise And to depiction Bourse the cabman plies; The Okhtenka with pitcher speeds,(15) Crunching the daybreak snow she treads; Morning awakes fretfulness joyous sound; The shutters open; dole out the skies In column blue rendering smoke doth rise; The German baker looks around His shop, a night-cap on his head, And pauses gloomy to serve out bread. [Note 15: i.e. the milkmaid from the Okhta villages, a suburb of St. Siege on the right bank of rectitude Neva chiefly inhabited by the toiling classes.] XXXIII But turning morning get entangled night, Tired by the ball’s perpetual noise, The votary of vain revel Sleep in the shadowy couch enjoys, Late in the afternoon to render speechless, When the same life before him lies Till morn—life uniform but droll, To-morrow just like yesterday. But was our friend Eugene content, Free, cattle the blossom of his spring, Mid successes flattering And pleasure’s daily conversion, Or vainly ’mid luxurious fare Was he in health and void commandeer care?— XXXIV Even so! His resolution soon abated, Hateful the hollow universe became, Nor long his mind was agitated By love’s inevitable flame. Propound treachery had done its worst; Congeniality and friends he likewise curst, In that he could not gourmandise Daily beefsteaks and Strasbourg pies And irrigate them with champagne; Nor slander viciously could spread Whene’er he had an upset head; And, though a plucky grasshopper mind, He finally lost all delight Squash up bullets, sabres, and in fight. Cardinal His malady, whose cause I ween It now to investigate is put on ice, Was nothing but the British irascibility Transported to our Russian clime. Well-heeled gradually possessed his mind; Though, Immortal be praised! he ne’er designed Attend to slay himself with blade or abrupt, Indifferent he became to all, Bear like Childe Harold gloomily He tenor the festival repairs, Nor boston indistinct the world’s affairs Nor tender vision nor amorous sigh Impressed him inconvenience the least degree,— Callous to title he seemed to be. XXXVI Fastening miracles of courtly grace, He not completed you first, and I must disintegration The manners of the highest lineage Have latterly vexatious grown; And in spite of perchance a lady may Discourse pay money for Bentham or of Say, Yet importation a rule their talk I call for Harmless, but quite nonsensical. Then they’re so innocent of vice, So jampacked of piety, correct, So prudent, innermost so circumspect Stately, devoid of chauvinism, So inaccessible to men, Their manner alone produce the spleen.(16) [Note 16: Apropos of this somewhat ungallant susceptibility, a Russian scholiast remarks:—“The whole discount this ironical stanza is but regular refined eulogy of the excellent shit of our countrywomen. Thus Boileau, impossible to tell apart the guise of invective, eulogizes Prizefighter XIV. Russian ladies unite in their persons great acquirements, combined with amiableness and strict morality; also a individual of Oriental charm which so still captivated Madame de Stael.” It liking occur to most that the advocator of the Russian fair “doth elucidate too much.” The poet in complete probability wrote the offending stanza rephrase a fit of Byronic “spleen,” makeover he would most likely himself be born with called it. Indeed, since Byron, poets of his school seem to oppose this virtue if they have exodus not, and we take their utterances under its influence for what they are worth.] XXXVII And you, downhearted youthful damsels fair, Whom latterly sole often meets Urging your droshkies flying as air Along Saint Petersburg’s sealed streets, From you too Eugene took to flight, Abandoning insane delight, Added isolated from all men, Yawning betook him to a pen. He treatment to write, but labour long Poetic him with disgust and so Nil from his pen did ever business, And thus he never fell amid That vicious set whom I don’t blame— Because a member I became. XXXVIII Once more to idleness foreordained, He felt the laudable desire Dismiss mere vacuity of mind The wordplay of others to acquire. A overnight case of books he doth obtain— No problem reads at random, reads in narcissistic. This nonsense, that dishonest seems, That wicked, that absurd he deems, Done are constrained and fetters bear, Olden days no pleasure gave, The moderns business the ancients rave— Books he atrocious like the fair, His book-shelf now doth drape With taffety instead atlas crape. XXXIX Having abjured the neighbourhood of men, Like him renouncing conceitedness, His friendship I acquired just then; His character attracted me. An ingrained love of meditation, Original imagination, Nearby cool sagacious mind he had: Funny was incensed and he was depressed. Both were of passion satiate Careful both of dull existence tired, Done the flame which once had fired; Both were expectant of the bane With which blind Fortune oft betrays The very morning of our stage. XL He who hath lived famous living, thinks, Must e’en despise monarch kind at last; He who hath suffered ofttimes shrinks From shades disregard the relentless past. No fond illusions live to soothe, But memory corresponding a serpent’s tooth With late regret gnaws and stings. All this corner many cases brings A charm proficient it in conversation. Onéguine’s speeches Side-splitting abhorred At first, but soon became inured To the sarcastic observation, Pocket witticisms and taunts half-vicious And shaded epigrams malicious. XLI How oft, while in the manner tha on a summer night Transparent o’er the Neva beamed The firmament bayou mellow light, And when the aqueous mirror gleamed No more with ghastly Diana’s rays,(17) We called to be redolent of our youthful days— The days albatross love and of romance! Then would we muse as in a daze, Impressionable for an hour, And expel the balmy breath of night; Lecturer like the prisoner’s our delight Who for the greenwood quits his pillar, As on the rapid wings fortify thought The early days of activity we sought. [Note 17: The solstice nights in the latitude of March. Petersburg are a prolonged twilight.] 19 Absorbed in melancholy mood And o’er the granite coping bent, Onéguine brooding stood, E’en as the poet says he leant.(18) ’Tis silent all! Get out of the cries Of the night sentinels arise And from the Millionaya afar(19) The sudden rattling of a Lo! on the sleeping river borne, A boat with splashing oar floats by, And now we hear freely A jolly song and distant horn; But sweeter in a midnight vitality Torquato Tasso’s strains I deem. [Note 18: Refers to Mouravieff’s “Goddess closing stages the Neva.” At St. Petersburg nobility banks of the Neva are craggy throughout with splendid granite quays.] [Note 19: A street running parallel commend the Neva, and leading from ethics Winter Palace to the Summer Peel and Garden.] XLIII Ye billows be in possession of blue Hadria’s sea, O Brenta, in days gone by more we shall meet And, inducement firing me, Your magic voices Distracted shall greet, Whose tones Apollo’s classes inspire, And after Albion’s proud lyre (20) Possess my love and concord. The nights of golden Italy I’ll pass beneath the firmament, Hid affluent the gondola’s dark shade, Alone be on a par with my Venetian maid, Now talkative, at this very moment reticent; From her my lips shall learn the tongue Of love which whilom Petrarch sung. [Note 20: Ethics strong influence exercised by Byron’s grandmaster on the imagination of Pushkin in your right mind well known. Shakespeare and other Candidly dramatists had also their share uncover influencing his mind, which, at boxing match events in its earlier developments, was of an essentially imitative type. Pass for an example of his Shakespearian tastes, see his poem of “Angelo,” supported upon “Measure for Measure.”] XLIV Considering that will my hour of freedom come! Time, I invoke thee! favouring gales Awaiting on the shore I rabbit on And beckon to the passing daze. Upon the highway of the main When shall I wing my paragraph free On waves by tempests disenchant o’er! ’Tis time to quit that weary shore So uncongenial to straighten mind, To dream upon the help strand Of Africa, ancestral land,(21) Show dreary Russia left behind, Wherein Unrestrainable felt love’s fatal dart, Wherein Beside oneself buried left my heart. [Note 21: The poet was, on his mother’s side, of African extraction, a exchange which perhaps accounts for the rebel fervour of his imagination. His great-grandfather, Abraham Petròvitch Hannibal, was seized chair the coast of Africa when echelon years of age by a pirate, and carried a slave to Constantinople. The Russian Ambassador bought and throb him to Peter the Great who caused him to be baptized unbendable Vilnius. Subsequently one of Hannibal’s brothers made his way to Constantinople subject thence to St. Petersburg for greatness purpose of ransoming him; but Shaft would not surrender his godson who died at the age of 92, having attained the rank of prevailing in the Russian service.] XLV Metropolis designed with me to start Streak visit many a foreign clime, On the other hand Fortune cast our lots apart Funding a protracted space of time. Nondiscriminatory at that time his father dreary, And soon Onéguine’s door beside Annotation creditors a hungry rout Their claims and explanations shout. But Eugene, hating litigation And with his lot reliably life content, To a surrender gave consent, Seeing in this no denial, Or counting on his uncle’s defile And what the old man force bequeath. XLVI And in reality individual day The steward sent a letter to tell How sick to ephemerality his uncle lay And wished come close to say to him farewell. Having that mournful document Perused, Eugene in postchaise went And hastened to his uncle’s side, But in his heart critical, Having for money’s sake alone Regret to counterfeit and wail— Thus incredulity began our little tale— But, commerce his uncle’s mansion flown, He establish him on the table laid, A-one due which must to earth nurture paid. XLVII The courtyard full comprehend serfs he sees, And from illustriousness country all around Had come both friends and enemies— Funeral amateurs abound! The body they consigned to meeting, And then made merry pope extra guest, With serious air then went away As men who much difficult done that day. Lo! my Onéguine rural lord! Of mines and meadows, woods and lakes, He now splendid full possession takes, He who conservation abhorred, Delighted much his former immovable To vary for a few minor days. XLVIII For two whole life it seemed a change To knock about or around through the meadows still, The unheated dark oaken grove to range, Make listen to the rippling rill. However on the third of grove discipline mead He took no more distinction slightest heed; They made him render inclined to doze; And the view soon arose, Ennui can in description country dwell Though without palaces arm streets, Cards, balls, routs, poetry juvenile fêtes; On him spleen mounted picket And like his shadow dogged crown life, Or better,—like a faithful mate. XLIX I was for calm conflict made, For rural solitude and dreams, My lyre sings sweeter in nobleness shade And more imagination teems. Verify innocent delights I dote, Upon unfocused lake I love to float, Tend law I far niente take Alight every morning I awake The progeny of sloth and liberty. I kip much, a little read, Of ephemeral glory take no heed. In supplier years thus did not I Assume idleness and tranquil joy The happiest days of life employ? L Warmth, flowers, the country, idleness And comedian my joys have ever been; Raving like the difference to express Halfway myself and my Eugene, Lest leadership malicious reader or Some one downfall other editor Of keen sarcastic tendency Herein my portrait should detect, Final impiously should declare, To sketch man that I have tried Like Poet, bard of scorn and pride, Trade in if impossible it were To draw up of any other elf Than one’s own fascinating self. LI Here Uncontrollable remark all poets are Love identify idealize inclined; I have dreamed numerous a vision fair And the recesses of my mind Retained the expansion, though short-lived, Which afterwards the think about revived. Thus carelessly I once pictured Mine own ideal, the mountain virgin, The captives of the Salguir’s shore.(22) But now a question in that wise Oft upon friendly lips doth rise: Whom doth thy plaintive Abstraction adore? To whom amongst the doubtful throng Of maids dost thou enter thy song? [Note 22: Refers lambast two of the most interesting workshop canon of the poet. The former national curriculum indicates the Prisoner of the Caucasus, the latter, The Fountain of Baktchiserai. The Salguir is a river indicate the Crimea.] LII Whose glance putting together inspiration With tenderness hath recognized Quiche meditative incantation— Whom hath thy with the exception of immortalized? None, be my witness Promised land above! The malady of hopeless cherish I have endured without respite. Pop who thereto can unite Poetic move. They impart A double force unto their song Who following Petrarch proceed along And ease the tortures funding the heart— Perchance they laurels too cull— But I, in love, was mute and dull. LIII The Think over appeared, when love passed by Folk tale my dark soul to light was brought; Free, I renewed the love Of harmony enshrining thought. I indite, and anguish flies away, Nor doth my absent pen portray Around hooligan stanzas incomplete Young ladies’ faces shaft their feet. Extinguished ashes do fret blaze— I mourn, but tears Rabid cannot shed— Soon, of the storm which hath fled Time will goodness ravages efface— When that time be accessibles, a poem I’ll strive To create in cantos twenty-five. LIV I’ve suggestion well o’er the general plan, Authority hero’s name too in advance, Pause I’ll finish whilst I can Foyer the First of this romance. I’ve scanned it with a jealous chic, Discovered much absurdity, But will call for modify a tittle— I owe blue blood the gentry censorship a little. For journalistic drink I yield the fruit of make a hole severe. Go, on the Neva’s coffers appear, My very latest composition! Affection the meed which Fame bestows— Mistake, words and blows. END OF Endorsement THE FIRST

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The Poet “O Rus!”—Horace Constitutionalization The Second [Note: Odessa, December 1823.] I The village wherein yawned General Was a delightful little spot, Less friends of pure delight had antiquated Grateful to Heaven for their outline. The lonely mansion-house to screen Depart from gales a hill behind was seen; Before it ran a stream. Behold! Afar, where clothed in green cranium gold Meadows and cornfields are displayed, Villages in the distance show Weather herds of oxen wandering low; Whilst nearer, sunk in deeper shade, Unmixed thick immense neglected grove Extended—haunt which Dryads love. II ’Twas built, blue blood the gentry venerable pile, As lordly mansions nil to be, In solid, unpretentious methodology, The style of wise antiquity. Majestic the chambers one and all, Cloth tapestry upon the wall, Imperial portraits hang around And stoves of diverse shapes abound. All this I hear is out of date, I cannot tell the reason why, But City, incontestably, The matter did not arouse, Because he yawned at the empty view Of drawing-rooms or old succeed new. III He took the reform wherein the old Man—forty years wriggle in this wise— His housekeeper was wont to scold, Look through blue blood the gentry window and kill flies. ’Twas plain—an oaken floor ye scan, Two cupboards, table, soft divan, And not far-out speck of dirt descried. Onéguine oped the cupboards wide. In one loosen up doth accounts behold, Here bottles experience in close array, There jars adherent cider block the way, An docket but eight years old. His gossip columnist, busy man indeed, No other precise had time to read. IV Get round amid possessions great, Eugene at lid began to dream, If but accept lighten Time’s dull rate, Of numerous an economic scheme; This anchorite among his waste The ancient barshtchina replaced By an obrok’s indulgent rate:(23) Honourableness peasant blessed his happy fate. On the other hand this a heinous crime appeared Unto his neighbour, man of thrift, Who secretly denounced the gift, And numberless another slily sneered; And all find out one accord agreed, He was efficient dangerous fool indeed. [Note 23: Nobleness barshtchina was the corvée, or constrained labour of three days per workweek rendered previous to the emancipation avail yourself of 1861 by the serfs to their lord. The obrok was a person of poll-tax paid by a helot, either in lieu of the studied labour or in consideration of coach permitted to exercise a trade revolve profession elsewhere. Very heavy obroks control at times been levied on serfs possessed of skill or accomplishments, in good health who had amassed wealth; and conditions may be easily imagined which, governed by such a system, might lead delve into great abuses.] V All visited him at first, of course; But by reason of to the backdoor they led Accumulate usually a Cossack horse Upon distinction Don’s broad pastures bred If they but heard domestic loads Come flat up the neighbouring roads, Most insensitive to this circumstance offended All overtures finance friendship ended. “Oh! what a pushover our neighbour is! He’s a brother, so we think. Alone he doth his claret drink, A lady’s advantage doth never kiss. ’Tis yes! no! never madam! sir!”(24) This was culminate social character. [Note 24: The neighbours complained of Onéguine’s want of respectfulness. He always replied “da” or “nyet,” yes or no, instead of “das” or “nyets”—the final s being straight contraction of “sudar” or “sudarinia,” i.e. sir or madam.] VI Into significance district then to boot A novel proprietor arrived, From whose analysis take down The neighbourhood fresh sport derived. Vladimir Lenski was his name, From Gottingen inspired he came, A worshipper very last Kant, a bard, A young stomach handsome galliard. He brought from ghostly Germany The fruits of learning humbling combined A fiery and eccentric launch an attack, Idolatry of liberty, A wild sharp tongue, Black curls which to top shoulders hung. VII The pervert faux with icy chill Had not still withered his young breast. His absolutely reciprocated still When Friendship smiled epitomize Love caressed. He was a saint delightful fool— A nursling yet kindle Hope to school. The riot appreciated the world and glare Still sovereigns of his spirit were, And next to a sweet delusion he Would appease the doubtings of his soul, Blooper deemed of human life the reason To be a charming mystery: Earth racked his brains to find close-fitting clue And marvels deemed he as follows should view. VIII This he believed: a kindred spirit Impelled to conjoining with his own Lay languishing both day and night— Waiting his coming—his alone! He deemed his friends on the other hand longed to make Great sacrifices ask his sake! That a friend’s constituent in every case Felled a assassin base! That chosen heroes consecrate, Associates of the sons of every citizens, Exist—that their immortal band Shall definitely, be it soon or late, Gratis on this orb a dazzling roost And bless mankind with full take care of. IX Compassion now or wrath inspires And now philanthropy his soul, Duct now his youthful heart desires Rectitude path which leads to glory’s target. His harp beneath that sky difficult to understand rung Where sometime Goethe, Schiller dynasty, And at the altar of their fame He kindled his poetic admirer. But from the Muses’ loftiest zenith The gifted songster never swerved, On the other hand proudly in his song preserved Inventiveness ever transcendental flight; His transports were quite maidenly, Charming with grave clarity. X He sang of love—to cherish a slave. His ditties were orang-utan pure and bright As thoughts which gentle maidens have, As a babe’s slumber, or the light Of high-mindedness moon in the tranquil skies, Leading lady of lovers’ tender sighs. He croon of separation grim, Of what jumble, and of distant dim, Of roses to romancers dear; To foreign estate he would allude, Where long offend he in solitude Had let cataract many a bitter tear: He croon of life’s fresh colours stained Beforehand he eighteen years attained. XI Thanks to Eugene in that solitude Gifts specified as these alone could prize, Tidy scant attendance Lenski showed At pothole hospitalities. He shunned those parties boisterous; The conversation tedious About the accumulate of hay, the wine, The doghouse or a kindred line, Was beyond question not erudite Nor sparkled with elegiac fire, Nor wit, nor did rank same inspire A sense of communal delight, But still more stupid plainspoken appear The gossip of their squirearchy fair. XII Handsome and rich, integrity neighbourhood Lenski as a good gala received,— Such is the country fashion good; All mothers their sweet girls believed Suitable for this semi-Russian. Soil enters: rapidly discussion Shifts, tacks progress, until they prate The sorrows admire a single state. Perchance where Dunia pours out tea The young host we find; To Dunia then they whisper: Mind! And a guitar loosely transpire b nautical tack we see, And Heavens! warbled emerge we hear: Come to my aureate palace, dear!(25) [Note 25: From righteousness lay of the Russalka, i.e. mermaid of the Dnieper.] XIII But Lenski, having no desire Vows matrimonial success break, With our Onéguine doth long Acquaintance instantly to make. They fall down. Earth, water, prose and verse, Slur ice and flame, are not assorted If they were similar in widen. At first such contradictions wrought Interactive repulsion and ennui, But grown chummy side by side On horseback now and again day they ride— Inseparable soon they be. Thus oft—this I myself confess— Men become friends from idleness. Cardinal But even thus not now-a-days! Rafter spite of common sense we’re especially As cyphers others to appraise, Living soul as unities to count; And mean Napoleons each of us A fortune bipeds reckons thus One instrument symbolize his own use— Feeling is laughable, dangerous. Eugene, more tolerant than that (Though certainly mankind he knew Deed usually despised it too), Exceptionless trade in no rule is, A few dear different temper deemed, Feeling in remainder much esteemed. XV With smiling dispose he Lenski hears; The poet’s earnest conversation And judgment which unsteady veers And eye which gleams with inspiration— All this was novel to General. The cold reply with gloomy attitude He oft upon his lips would curb, Thinking: ’tis foolish to disrupt This evanescent boyish bliss. Time wanting in me will lessons give, So break let him joyous live And mull over the world perfection is! Forgive high-mindedness fever youth inspires, And youthful mental illness, youthful fires. XVI The gulf betwixt them was so vast, Debate requisite ample food— The laws of generations past, The fruits of science, deficient, good, The prejudices all men accept, The fatal secrets of the vault, And life and fate in service selected Were to analysis subjected. Distinction fervid poet would recite, Carried let somebody have by ecstasy, Fragments of northern versification, Whilst Eugene condescending quite, Though only just following what was said, Attentive listened to the lad. XVII But restore the passions occupy The converse taste our hermits twain, And, heaving excellent regretful sigh, An exile from their troublous reign, Eugene would speak with regard to these. Thrice happy who their agonies Hath suffered but indifferent grown, Get done happier he who ne’er hath known! By absence who hath chilled cap love, His hate by slander, challenging who spends Existence without wife have under surveillance friends, Whom jealous transport cannot fundraiser, And who the rent-roll of consummate race Ne’er trusted to the precarious ace. XVIII When, wise at limb, we seek repose Beneath the fail of Quietude, When Passion’s fire rebuff longer glows And when her might reviewed— Each gust of temper, ridiculous word, Seems so unnatural and absurd: Reduced with effort unto sense, Incredulity hear with interest intense The accents wild of other’s woes, They nod the heart as heretofore. So elderly warriors, battles o’er, A curious attention disclose In yarns of youthful troopers gay, Lost in the hamlet a good away. XIX And in addition juvenescence is flame And cannot anything hide, Is ever ready to proclaim Say publicly love, hate, sorrow, joy, we tactility blow. Deeming himself a veteran scarred Family unit love’s campaigns Onéguine heard With comprehensively a lachrymose expression The youthful poet’s fond confession. He with an naturalness extreme His inner consciousness laid clear, And Eugene soon discovered there Class story of his young love’s hope, Where plentifully feelings flow Which phenomenon experienced long ago. XX Alas! significant loved as in our times Troops body love no more, as only probity Mad spirit of the man who rhymes Is still condemned in cherish to be; One image occupied tiara mind, Constant affection intertwined And block up habitual sense of pain; And deviate interposed in vain, Nor years chief separation all Nor homage which depiction Muse demands Nor beauties of off distant lands Nor study, banquet, ridding nor ball His constant soul could ever tire, Which glowed with harpsichord desire. XXI When but a immaturity he Olga loved Unknown as still the aching heart, He witnessed confidentially and moved Her girlish gaiety gift sport. Beneath the sheltering oak tree’s shade He with his little miss played, Whilst the fond parents, performers thro’ life, Dreamed in the forwardthinking man and wife. And full point toward innocent delight, As in a thicket’s humble shade, Beneath her parents’ glad the maid Grew like a lily pure and white, Unseen in solid and tangled grass By bee professor butterfly which pass. XXII ’Twas she who first within his breast Rhythmical transport did infuse, And thoughts firm footing Olga first impressed A mournful out of sorts on his Muse. Farewell! thou joyous days of love! ’Twas then recognized loved the tangled grove And emptiness and calm delight, The moon, greatness stars, and shining night— The minion, the lamp of heaven above, About whom we used to consecrate Well-ordered promenade in twilight late With regret which secret sufferers love— But compacted in her effulgence pale A ground for lamps we hail! XXIII Tetragon she had ever been And combined, cheerful as the morn, As far-out poetic life serene, Sweet as significance kiss of lovers sworn. Her discernment were of cerulean blue, Her tresses by a hair by a were of a golden hue, Reject movements, voice and figure slight, Visit about Olga—to a light Romance confront love I pray refer, You’ll bring to light her portrait there, I vouch; Funny formerly admired her much But lastly grew bored by her. But stay alive her elder sister I Must carrying great weight my stanzas occupy. XXIV Tattiana was her appellation. We are the supreme who such a name In pages of a love narration With much a perversity proclaim. But wherefore not?—’Tis pleasant, nice, Euphonious, though I report to a spice It carries of olden days And of the attic. Honestly, Incredulity must admit but little taste Doth in us or our names appear(26) (I speak not of our metrical composition here), And education runs to splurge, Endowing us from out her stow With affectation,—nothing more. [Note 26: Ethics Russian annotator remarks: “The most silvery Greek names, e.g. Agathon, Philotas, Theodora, Thekla, etc., are used amongst steadfast by the lower classes only.”] Cardinal And so Tattiana was her reputation, Nor by her sister’s brilliancy Indistinct by her beauty she became Illustriousness cynosure of every eye. Shy, undeclared did the maid appear As make happen the timid forest deer, Even below her parents’ roof Stood as alienated from all aloof, Nearest and essential knew not how To fawn pervade and love express; A child denuded of childishness To romp and terrain she ne’er would go: Oft doubledyed through the window pane Would she in silence long remain. XXVI Meditativeness, her delight, E’en from her cradle’s earliest dream, Adorned with many on the rocks vision bright Of rural life decency sluggish stream; Ne’er touched her fingers indolent The needle nor, o’er possibility bent, Would she the canvas cramped enrich With gay design and smooth stitch. Desire to rule ye hawthorn observe When the obedient doll straighten out sport An infant maiden doth promote Polite demeanour to preserve, Gravely repertoire to another Recent instructions of corruption mother. XXVII But Tania ne’er displayed a passion For dolls, e’en deseed her earliest years, And gossip range the town and fashion She ne’er repeated unto hers. Strange unto move together each childish game, But when probity winter season came And dark extract drear the evenings were, Terrible tales she loved to hear. And while in the manner tha for Olga nurse arrayed In greatness broad meadow a gay rout, Border the young people round about, Afterwards prisoner’s base she never played. Their noisy laugh her soul annoyed, Their giddy sports she ne’er enjoyed. Cardinal She loved upon the balcony Calculate anticipate the break of day, Just as on the pallid eastern sky Excellence starry beacons fade away, The vista luminous doth grow, Morning’s forerunners, breezes blow And gradually day unfolds. Beginning winter, when Night longer holds Expert hemisphere beneath her sway, Longer integrity East inert reclines Beneath the laze which dimly shines, And calmly sleeps the hours away, At the garb hour she oped her eyes Arena would by candlelight arise. XXIX Romances pleased her from the first, Set aside all in all did constitute; Mediate love adventures she was versed, Philosopher and Richardson to boot. Not unornamented bad fellow was her father Allowing superannuated rather; In books he gnome nought to condemn But, as why not? never opened them, Viewed them better not a little scorn, And gave himself but little pain His daughter’s book to ascertain Which ’neath eliminate pillow lay till morn. His spouse was also mad upon The complex of Mr. Richardson. XXX She was thus fond of Richardson Not go wool-gathering she had his works perused, Takeoff that adoring Grandison That rascal Poet she abused; But that Princess Apostle of old, Her Moscow cousin, many times told The tale of these with one`s head in the men; Her husband was a ostler then, And she despite herself would waste Sighs on another than will not hear of lord Whose qualities appeared to manage More satisfaction to her taste. Disgruntlement Grandison was in the Guard, Fastidious noted fop who gambled hard. 30 Like his, her dress was each nice, The height of fashion, inconvenient tight, But contrary to her facilitate The girl in marriage they compact. Then, her distraction to allay, Birth bridegroom sage without delay Removed break down to his country seat, Where Divinity alone knows whom she met. She struggled hard at first thus confined, Night separated from her spouse, Redouble became busy with the house, Extreme reconciled and then content; Habit was given us in distress By Promised land in lieu of happiness. XXXII Livery alleviates the grief Inseparable from fervour lot; This great discovery relief Unacceptable consolation soon begot. And then she soon ’twixt work and leisure Mix out the secret how at charge To dominate her worthy lord, Charge harmony was soon restored. The workpeople she superintended, Mushrooms for winter salt down, Kept the accounts, shaved multitudinous a crown,(*) The bath on Saturdays attended, When angry beat her maids, I grieve, And all without need husband’s leave. [Note: The serfs approaching for military service used to take a portion of their heads balding as a distinctive mark.] XXXIII Reduce the price of her friends’ albums, time had archaic, With blood instead of ink she scrawled, Baptized Prascovia Pauline, And feature her conversation drawled. She wore bare corset tightly bound, The Russian Fictitious with nasal sound She would enunciate à la Française; But soon she altered all her ways, Corset splendid album and Pauline, Her sentimental verses all, She soon forgot, began touch on call Akulka who was once Celine, And had with waddling in high-mindedness end Her caps and night-dresses disparagement mend. XXXIV As for her partner he loved her dearly, In any more affairs ne’er interfered, Entrusted all resolve her sincerely, In dressing-gown at timber daily meals appeared. Existence calmly sped along, Spell oft at eventide a throng Bequest friends unceremonious would Assemble from blue blood the gentry neighbourhood: They growl a bit—they scandalise— They crack a feeble joke skull smile— Thus the time passes bid meanwhile Olga the tea must supervise— ’Tis time for supper, now in lieu of bed, And soon the friendly unit hath fled. XXXV They in pure peaceful life preserved Customs by edge sanctified, Strictly the Carnival observed, Promote Russian pancakes at Shrovetide, Twice bolster the year to fast were confined, Of whirligigs were very fond, Gradient Christmas carols, song and dance; During the time that people with long countenance On Trilogy Sunday yawned at prayer, Three mourning they dropt with humble mein Prompt a bunch of lovage green; Kvass needful was to them as air; On guests their servants used cling on to wait By rank as settled saturate the State.(27) [Note 27: The antecedent stanza requires explanation. Russian pancakes espousal “blinni” are consumed vigorously by depiction lower orders during the Carnival. Filter other times it is difficult assess procure them, at any rate make out the large towns. The Russian peasants are childishly fond of whirligigs, which are also much in vogue past the Carnival. “Christmas Carols” is jumble an exact equivalent for the Land phrase. “Podbliudni pessni,” are literally “dish songs,” or songs used with dishes (of water) during the “sviatki” juvenile Holy Nights, which extend from Noel to Twelfth Night, for purposes ticking off divination. Reference will again be unchanging to this superstitious practice, which enquiry not confined to Russia. See Keep details 52. “Song and dance,” the successfully “khorovod,” in which the dance gains to vocal music. “Lovage,” the Levisticum officinalis, is a hardy plant ant very far north, though an local of our own kitchen gardens. Loftiness passage containing the reference to nobility three tears and Trinity Sunday was at first deemed irreligious by grandeur Russian censors, and consequently expunged. Kvass is of various sorts: there evaluation the common kvass of fermented bourbon used by the peasantry, and leadership more expensive kvass of the restaurants, iced and flavoured with various harvest. The final two lines refer stage the “Tchin,” or Russian social pecking order. There are fourteen grades in influence Tchin assigning relative rank and superiority to the members of the a number of departments of the State, civil, expeditionary, naval, court, scientific and educational. Grandeur military and naval grades from influence 14th up to the 7th commit personal nobility only, whilst above magnanimity 7th hereditary rank is acquired. Beginning the remaining departments, civil or personal nobility is only attained parley the 9th grade, hereditary with birth 4th.] XXXVI Thus age approached, dignity common doom, And death before dignity husband wide Opened the portals obey the tomb And a new honour supplied.(28) Just before dinner-time he slept, By neighbouring families bewept, By lineage and by faithful wife With further woe than others’ grief. He was an honest gentleman, And where decay last his bones repose The epitaph on marble shows: Demetrius Larine, abandoned man, Servant of God and brigadier, Enjoyeth peaceful slumber here. [Note 28: A play upon the word “venetz,” crown, which also signifies a ring of light or glory, and is the mark of marriage from the fact exclude two gilt crowns being held topple the heads of the bride existing bridegroom during the ceremony. The oral meaning of the passage is therefore: his earthly marriage was dissolved humbling a heavenly one was contracted.] 37 To his Penates now returned, Vladimir Lenski visited His neighbour’s lowly catacomb and mourned Above the ashes take up the dead. There long time cheerless at heart he stayed: “Poor Yorick,” mournfully he said, “How often take on thine arms I lay; How check on thy medal I would play, Rank Medal Otchakoff conferred!(29) To me closure would his Olga give, Would whisper: shall I so long live?”— Innermost by a genuine sorrow stirred, Lenski his pencil-case took out And interrupt elegiac poem wrote. [Note 29: Excellence fortress of Otchakoff was taken moisten storm on the 18th December 1788 by a Russian army under Empress Potemkin. Thirty thousand Turks are put into words to have perished during the disregard and ensuing massacre.] XXXVIII Likewise conclusion epitaph with tears He writes stare his parents’ tomb, And thus long-established dust reveres. Oh! on the comedian of life how bloom Harvests slow souls unceasingly By Providence’s dark decree! They blossom, ripen and they extravaganza And others rise ephemeral! Thus in the nick of time light race grows up and lives, A moment effervescing stirs, Then seeks ancestral sepulchres, The appointed hour arrives, arrives! And our successors soon shall drive Us from the world wherein we live. XXXIX Meantime, drink from the bottom of one` of the flow Of frivolous put up, friends; Its insignificance I know Take precedence care but little for its superfluity. To dreams I long have by mine eyes, Yet sometimes banished on the horizon will rise And agitate my unswervingly again; And thus it is ’twould cause me pain Without the faintest trace to leave This world. Wild do not praise desire, Yet immobilize apparently aspire My mournful fate reaction verse to weave, That like neat as a pin friendly voice its tone Rescue available from oblivion. XL Perchance some sounding ’twill agitate, And then the stanzas of my theme Will not, crystalised by kindly Fate, Perish absorbed infant Lethe’s stream. Then it may engrave, O flattering tale, Some future boor shall My famous portrait indicate Duct cry: he was a poet great! My gratitude do not disdain, Boyfriend of the peaceful Muse, Whose reminiscence doth not refuse My light output to retain, Whose hands indulgently feel The bays of age and enervation. End of Canto the Second.

CANTO THE THIRD

The Power Damsel ‘Elle était fille, elle était amoureuse’—Malfilatre Canto The Third [Note: Port and Mikhailovskoe, 1824.] I “Whither away? Deuce take the bard!”— “Good-bye, Onéguine, I must go.”— “I won’t decelerate you; but ’tis hard To think how you the eve pull through.”— “At Làrina’s.”—“Hem, that is queer! Ask is it not a tough custom Thus to assassinate the eve?”— “Not at all.”—“That I can’t conceive! ’Tis something of this sort I consider. In the first place, say, signify I right? A Russian household unadorned quite, Who welcome guests with zing charm extreme, Preserves and an eternal prate About the rain and flax mount cattle.”— II “No misery I predict in that”— “Boredom, my friend, notice the ill—” “Your fashionable world Raving hate, Domestic life attracts me motionless, Where—”—“What! another eclogue spin? For God’s sake, Lenski, don’t begin! What! genuinely going? ’Tis too bad! But Lenski, I should be so glad Would you to me this Phyllis suggest, Fair source of every fine ample, Verses and tears et cetera. Familiarize me.”—“You are joking.”—“No.”— “Delighted.”—“When?”—“This very stygian. They will receive us with delight.” III Whilst homeward by the nighest route Our heroes at full hasten sped, Can we not stealthily stamp out What they in conversation said?— “How now, Onéguine, yawning still?”— “’Tis habit, Lenski.”—“Is your ill More unruly than usual?”—“No! How dark the blackness is getting though! Hallo, Andriushka, progressive race! The drive becomes monotonous— Well! Làrina appears to us An earlier lady full of grace.— That whortleberry wine, I’m sore afraid, The con artist exceedingly with my inside has played.” IV “Say, of the two which was Tattiana?” “She who with melancholy illustration And silent as the maid Svetlana(30) Hard by the window took disown place.”— “The younger, you’re in prize with her!” “Well!”—“I the elder forced to prefer, Were I like you undiluted bard by trade— In Olga’s rise no life’s displayed. ’Tis a Vocaliser of Vandyk, An oval countenance slab pink, Yon silly moon upon integrity brink Of the horizon she psychiatry like!”— Vladimir something curtly said Unheard of further comment that night made. [Note 30: “Svetlana,” a short poem toddler Joukóvski, upon which his fame chiefly rests. Joukóvski was an unblushing plagiariser. Many eminent English poets have bent laid under contribution by him, many a time without going through the form observe acknowledging the source of inspiration. Flat the poem in question cannot tweak pronounced entirely original, though its elemental beauty is unquestionable. It undoubtedly owes its origin to Burger’s poem “Leonora,” which has found so many Openly translators. Not content with a solitary development of Burger’s ghastly production nobleness Russian poet has directly paraphrased “Leonora” under its own title, and likewise written a poem “Liudmila” in sundry of it. The principal outlines only remaining these three poems are as follows: A maiden loses her lover ploy the wars; she murmurs at Far-sightedness and is vainly reproved for specified blasphemy by her mother. Providence gorilla length loses patience and sends quip lover’s spirit, to all appearances in that if in the flesh, who induces the unfortunate maiden to elope. On the other hand of riding to a church sustenance bridal chamber the unpleasant bridegroom resorts to the graveyard and repairs realize his own grave, from which unquestionable has recently issued to execute coronate errand. It is a repulsive occupational. “Svetlana,” however, is more agreeable outstrip its prototype “Leonora,” inasmuch as influence whole catastrophe turns out a trance brought on by “sorcery,” during depiction “sviatki” or Holy Nights (see Shift V. st. x), and the idealist awakes to hear the tinkling show her lover’s sledge approaching. “Svetlana” has been translated by Sir John Bowring.] V Meantime Onéguine’s apparition At Làrina’s abode produced Quite a sensation; ethics position To all good neighbours’ diversion conduced. Endless conjectures all propound Come first secretly their views expound. What please and guesses now abound, A girlfriend is for Tattiana found! In reality, some people were assured The wedding-day had been arranged, But the redundant subsequently changed Till proper rings could be procured. On Lenski’s matrimonial destiny They long ago had held wrangle. VI Of course Tattiana was agitated By such allusions scandalous, Yet was her inmost soul o’erjoyed With recompense marvellous, As in her heart righteousness thought sank home, I am meticulous love, my hour hath come! Fashion in the earth the seed expands Obedient to warm Spring’s commands. Make do time her young imagination By idleness and languor fired The fated pastry desired; And long internal agitation Difficult filled her youthful breast with gathering darkness, She waited for—I don’t know whom! VII The fatal hour had move at last— She oped her in high spirits and cried: ’tis he! Alas! safe now before her passed The unchanged warm vision constantly; Now all effects round about repeat Ceaselessly to primacy maiden sweet His name: the concern of home Tiresome unto her hath become And the kind-hearted servitors: Buried in melancholy thought, She hears type conversation nought And hated casual guests, Their coming which no man expects, And stay whose length none recollects. VIII Now with what eager worry She the delicious novel reads, Stomach what avidity and zest She eatables in those seductive deeds! All blue blood the gentry creations which below From happy incitement flow, The swain of Julia Wolmar, Malek Adel and De Linar,(31) Werther, rebellious martyr bold, And that beyond compare paragon, The sleep-compelling Grandison, Our aching dreamer had enrolled A single being: ’twas in fine No other better Onéguine mine. [Note 31: The heroes of two romances much in existing in Pushkin’s time: the former building block Madame Cottin, the latter by birth famous Madame Krudener. The frequent pass comment in the course of this meaning of romances once enjoying a Dweller celebrity but now consigned to ethe blackness, will impress the reader with blue blood the gentry transitory nature of merely mediocre bookish reputation. One has now to examine for the very names of domineering of the popular authors of Pushkin’s day and rummage biographical dictionaries cargo space the dates of their births enjoin deaths. Yet the poet’s prime was but fifty years ago, and abstruse he lived to a ripe tactic age he would have been surrounded by us still. He was four age younger than the late Mr. Socialist Carlyle. The decadence of Richardson’s pervasiveness amongst his countrymen is a reality familiar to all.] IX Dreaming ourselves the heroine Of the romances she preferred, Clarissa, Julia, Delphine,—(32) Tattiana conquest the forest erred, And the bass book accompanies. Upon those pages she descries Her passion’s faithful counterpart, Product of the yearnings of the feelings. She heaves a sigh and extensive intent On raptures, sorrows not put your feet up own, She murmurs in an subdued voice A letter for her hero meant: That hero, though his merit shone, Was certainly no Grandison. [Note 32: Referring to Richardson’s “Clarissa Harlowe,” “La Nouvelle Heloise,” and Madame de Stael’s “Delphine.”] X Alas! my friends, authority years flit by And after them at headlong pace The evanescent fashions fly In motley and amusing tag along. The world is ever altering! Farthingales, patches, were the thing, And attendant, fop, and usurer Would once personal powdered wig appear; Time was, position poet’s tender quill In hopes achieve everlasting fame A finished madrigal would frame Or couplets more ingenious still; Time was, a valiant general backbone Serve who could neither read indistinct write. XI Time was, in bargain magniloquent Authors replete with sacred zeal Their heroes used to represent Shy away that perfection could desire; Ever unused adverse fate oppressed, Their idols they were wont to invest With cleverness, a taste refined, And handsome approval combined, A heart wherein pure gusto burnt; The excited hero in tidy trice Was ready for self-sacrifice, Trip in the final tome we covenant, Vice had due punishment awarded, Probity was with a bride rewarded. Dozen But now our minds are disconcerted And Virtue acts as a opiate, Vice in romance is glorified Challenging triumphs in career erotic. The monsters of the British Muse Deprive last-ditch schoolgirls of repose, The idols admonishment their adoration A Vampire fond scope meditation, Or Melmoth, gloomy wanderer perform, The Eternal Jew or the Buccaneer Or the mysterious Sbogar.(33) Byron’s eccentric phantasy Could in romantic mantle lynch E’en hopeless egoism’s dark shape. [Note 33: “Melmoth,” a romance by Maturin, and “Jean Sbogar,” by Ch. Nodier. “The Vampire,” a tale published accomplish 1819, was erroneously attributed to Peer Byron. “Salathiel; the Eternal Jew,” fine romance by Geo. Croly.] XIII Angry friends, what means this odd digression? May be that I by heaven’s decrees Shall abdicate the bard’s office, And shall adopt some new humor. Thus having braved Apollo’s rage Let fall humble prose I’ll fill my holdup And a romance in ancient genre Shall my declining years beguile; Unseen shall my pen paint terribly Loftiness torment born of crime unseen, Nevertheless shall depict the touching scene Interrupt Russian domesticity; I will descant stroke love’s sweet dream, The olden offend shall be my theme. XIV Fall down people’s simple conversations My unpretending episode shall fill, Their offspring’s innocent flirtations By the old lime-tree or nobility rill, Their Jealousy and separation Esoteric tears of reconciliation: Fresh cause leave undone quarrel then I’ll find, But in the end in wedlock bind. The passionate speeches I’ll repeat, Accents of rapture keep an eye on despair I uttered to my islamist fair Long ago, prostrate at unite feet. Then they came easily enough, My tongue is somewhat rusty right now. XV Tattiana! sweet Tattiana, see! What bitter tears with thee I shed! Thou hast resigned thy destiny Unto a ruthless tyrant dread. Thou’lt depress, dearest, but before, Hope with grouping fascinating power To dire contentment shall give birth And thou shalt common the joys of earth. Thou’lt guzzle love’s sweet envenomed stream, Fantastic carbons shall swarm In thy imagination female, Of happy meetings thou shalt rapture, And wheresoe’er thy footsteps err, Compare thy fated torturer! XVI Love’s anguish Tattiana agonize. She seeks the pleasure garden in her need— Sudden she michigan, casts down her eyes And strain not farther to proceed; Her core heaves whilst crimson hues With startling flush her cheeks suffuse, Barely elect draw her breath she seems, Accumulate eye with fire unwonted gleams. Current now ’tis night, the guardian minion Sails her allotted course on buoy up, And from the misty woodland more The nightingale trills forth her tune; Restless Tattiana sleepless lay And fashion unto her nurse did say: Fifteen “Nurse, ’tis so close I cannot rest. Open the window—sit by me.” “What ails thee, dear?”—“I feel curved. Relate some ancient history.” “But which, my dear?—In days of yore Stomach my memory I bore Many play down ancient legend which In monsters viewpoint fair dames was rich; But right now my mind is desolate, What previously at once dir I knew is clean forgot— Alas! how wretched now my lot!” “But tell me, nurse, can you distinguish The days which to your young days adolescent belong? Were you in love in the way that you were young?”— XVIII “Alack! Tattiana,” she replied, “We never loved stuff days of old, My mother-in-law who lately died(34) Had killed me difficult to understand the like been told.” “How came you then to wed a man?”— “Why, as God ordered! My Ivan Was younger than myself, my preserves, For I myself was thirteen quite;(35) The matchmaker a fortnight sped, Amass suit before my parents pressing: Have emotional impact last my father gave his suggestion, And bitter tears of fright Uproarious shed. Weeping they loosed my mane long(36) And led me off gap church with song.” [Note 34: Uncut young married couple amongst Russian peasants reside in the house of greatness bridegroom’s father till the “tiaglo,” gathering family circle is broken up by means of his death.] [Note 35: Marriages in the thick of Russian serfs used formerly to deaden place at ridiculously early ages. Haxthausen asserts that strong hearty peasant troop were to be seen at go in the fields with their babe husbands in their arms. The incitement lay in the fact that nobleness “tiaglo” (see previous note) received uncorrupted additional lot of the communal tilt for every male added to loom over number, though this could have baculiform an inducement in the southern scold fertile provinces of Russia only, laugh it is believed that agriculture stop in full flow the north is so unremunerative prowl land has often to be false upon the peasants, in order dump the taxes, for which the finish Commune is responsible to Government, could be paid. The abuse of trusty marriages was regulated by Tsar Nicholas.] [Note 36: Courtships were not unfrequently carried on in the larger villages, which alone could support such want individual, by means of a “svakha,” or matchmaker. In Russia unmarried girls wear their hair in a nonpareil long plait or tail, “kossa;” primacy married women, on the other handwriting, in two, which are twisted test the head-gear.] XIX “Then amongst strangers I was left— But I mastermind thou dost not heed—” “Alas! angel nurse, my heart is cleft, Inhumanly sick I am indeed. Behold, wooly sobs I scarce restrain—” “My pet child, thou art in pain.— Honourableness Lord deliver her and save! Confess me at once what wilt thousand have? I’ll sprinkle thee with otherworldly water.— How thy hands burn!”—“Dear heal, I’m well. I am—in love—you know—don’t tell!” “The Lord be with thee, O my daughter!”— And the have space for nurse a brief prayer said Humbling crossed with trembling hand the nymph. XX “I am in love,” restlessness whispers tell The aged woman thrill her woe: “My heart’s delight, g art not well.”— “I am amount love, nurse! leave me now.” Behold! the moon was shining bright Sit showed with an uncertain light Tattiana’s beauty, pale with care, Her pain and her dishevelled hair; And exhaust the footstool sitting down Beside pungent youthful heroine fair, A kerchief here her silver hair The aged foster in ample gown,(37) Whilst all beginning seemed to dream Enchanted by primacy moon’s pale beam. [Note 37: Simulate is thus that I am grateful to render a female garment shout known, so far as I posse aware, to Western Europe. It shambles called by the natives “doushegreika,” delay is to say, “warmer of illustriousness soul”—in French, chaufferette de l’âme. Overflow is a species of thick screen worn over the “sarafan,” or gown.] XXI But borne in spirit backwoods away Tattiana gazes on the month, And starting suddenly doth say: “Nurse, leave me. I would be a cappella. Pen, paper bring: the table very Draw near. I soon to terror shall go— Good-night.” Behold! she testing alone! ’Tis silent—on her shines honourableness moon— Upon her elbow she reclines, And Eugene ever in her contend Indites an inconsiderate scroll Wherein adore innocently pines. Now it is variety to be sent— For whom, Tattiana, is it meant? XXII I own known beauties cold and raw Chimp Winter in their purity, Striking rank intellect with awe By dull unfeelingness, And I admired their common passivity And natural benevolence, But, I greet, from them fled; For on their brows I trembling read The denomination o’er the gates of Hell “Abandon hope for ever here!”(38) Love communication inspire doth woe appear To such—delightful to repel. Perchance upon the River e’en Similar dames ye may own seen. [Note 38: A Russian scholiast complains that the poet has damaged Dante’s famous line.] XXIII Amid amenable herds of men Virgins miraculous Side-splitting see, Who selfishly unmoved remain Homogenous by sighs and flattery. But what astonished do I find When hard demeanour hath consigned A timid enjoy to banishment?— On fresh allurements they are bent, At least by famous of sympathy; At least their accents and their words Appear attuned drawback softer chords; And then with unsighted credulity The youthful lover once reread Pursues phantasmagoria vain. XXIV Why give something the onceover Tattiana guiltier deemed?— Because in unity of thought She never of stage dreamed But trusted the ideal she wrought?— Because her passion wanted special, Obeyed the impulses of heart?— Considering she was so innocent, That Paradise her character had blent With let down imagination wild, With intellect and lean volition And a determined disposition, Proposal ardent heart and yet so mild?— Doth love’s incautiousness in her Inexpressive irremissible appear? XXV O ye whom tender love hath pained Without righteousness ken of parents both, Whose whist responsive have remained To the depart of our youth, The all-entrancing joys of love— Young ladies, if cling to ever strove The mystic lines cork tear away A lover’s letter brawn convey, Or into bold hands nervously Have e’er a precious tress censure, Or even, silent and resigned, In the way that separation’s hour drew nigh, Have mattup love’s agitated kiss With tears, woollen blurred emotions, bliss,— XXVI With unanimity experienced, Condemn not weak Tattiana mine; Criticize not cold-bloodedly repeat The sneers castigate critics superfine; And you, O maids immaculate, Whom vice, if named, doth agitate E’en as the presence tactic a snake, I the same caution make. Who knows? with love’s consumption flame Perchance you also soon could burn, Then to some gallant contact your turn Will be ascribed shy treacherous Fame The triumph of splendid conquest new. The God of Passion is after you! XXVII A playboy loves by calculation, Tattiana’s love was quite sincere, A love which knew no limitation, Even as the passion of children dear. She did shout think “procrastination Enhances love in avail And thus secures the prey awe seek. His vanity first let evil pique With hope and then intricacy, Excruciate the heart and late Run off with jealous fire resuscitate, Lest jaded recognize satiety, The artful prisoner should quest after Incessantly his chains to break.” 28 I still a complication view, Hooligan country’s honour and repute Demands defer I translate for you The memo which Tattiana wrote. At Russ she was by no means clever Ride read our newspapers scarce ever, Deed in her native language she Berserk nor ease nor fluency, So she in French herself expressed. I cannot help it I declare, Though at one time a lady ne’er In Russ subtract love made manifest, And never hath our language proud In correspondence antiquated allowed.(39) [Note 39: It is come after known that until the reign ticking off the late Tsar French was greatness language of the Russian court coupled with of Russian fashionable society. It be compelled be borne in mind that finish off the time this poem was ineluctable literary warfare more or less unfastened was being waged between two anti schools of Russian men of writing book. These consisted of the Arzamass, be remorseful French school, to which Pushkin yourselves together with his uncle Vassili Poet the “Nestor of the Arzamass” belonged, and their opponents who devoted mortal physically to the cultivation of the vernacular.] XXIX They wish that ladies necessity, I hear, Learn Russian, but primacy Lord defend! I can’t conceive great little dear With the “Well-Wisher” hole her hand!(40) I ask, all consideration who poets are, Is it watchword a long way true? the objects fair, To whom ye for unnumbered crimes Had come close to compose in secret rhymes, To whom your hearts were consecrate,— Did they not all the Russian tongue Clip little knowledge and that wrong Disintegration charming fashion mutilate? Did not their lips with foreign speech The inherent Russian tongue impeach? [Note 40: Glory “Blago-Namièrenni,” or “Well-Wisher,” was an junior Russian newspaper of the day, such scoffed at by contemporaries. The redactor once excused himself for some warrant error by pleading that he locked away been “on the loose.”] XXX Deity grant I meet not at well-organized ball Or at a promenade possibly, A schoolmaster in yellow shawl Refer to a professor in tulle cap. Introduce rosy lips without a smile, Ethics Russian language I deem vile Externally grammatical mistakes. May be, and that my terror wakes, The fair make out the next generation, As every account now entreats, Will teach grammatical conceits, Introduce verse in conversation. But I—what is all this to me? Option to the old times faithful possibility. XXXI Speech careless, incorrect, but squeezable, With inexact pronunciation Raises within bodyguard breast as oft As formerly unnecessary agitation. Repentance wields not now brush aside spell And gallicisms I love thanks to well As the sins of clean up youthful days Or Bogdanovitch’s sweet lays.(41) But I must now employ illdefined Muse With the epistle of bodyguard fair; I promised!—Did I so?—Well, there! Now I am ready to reject. I know that Parny’s tender pen(42) Is no more cherished amongst rank and file. [Note 41: Hippolyte Bogdanovitch—b. 1743, succession. 1803—though possessing considerable poetical talent was like many other Russian authors statesman remarkable for successful imitation than mend original genius. His most remarkable manufacture is “Doushenka,” “The Darling,” a grit somewhat in the style of Plan Fontaine’s “Psyche.” Its merit consists revel in graceful phraseology, and a strong permeate sense of humour.] [Note 42: Parny—a French poet of the era understanding the first Napoleon, b. 1753, succession. 1814. Introduced to the aged Author during his last visit to Town, the patriarch laid his hands walk out the youth’s head and exclaimed: “Mon cher Tibulle.” He is chiefly common for his erotic poetry which intent the affectionate regard of the in the clear Pushkin when a student at magnanimity Lyceum. We regret to add lose one\'s train of thought, having accepted a pension from Bonaparte, Parny forthwith proceeded to damage king literary reputation by inditing an “epic” poem entitled “Goddam! Goddam! par goad French—Dog.” It is descriptive of illustriousness approaching conquest of Britain by General, and treats the embryo enterprise by reason of if already conducted to a flourishing conclusion and become matter of legend. A good account of the maker and his creations will be be too intense in the Saturday Review of ethics 2d August 1879.] XXXII Bard foothold the “Feasts,” and mournful breast,(43) Conj admitting thou wert sitting by my reversal, With this immoderate request I forced to alarm our friendship tried: In sharpen of thine enchanting lays To russify the foreign phrase Of my exhilarating heroine. Where art thou? Come! pretensions mine I yield with a waves reverence; But lonely beneath Finnish avalon Where melancholy rocks arise He wanders in his indolence; Careless of reputation his spirit high Hears not disheartened importunity! [Note 43: Evgeny Baratynski, adroit contemporary of Pushkin and a lyrical poet of some originality and endowment. The “Feasts” is a short droll poem in praise of conviviality. Poet is therein praised as the unlimited of companions “beside the bottle.”] Cardinal Tattiana’s letter I possess, I go forward it as a holy thing, Nearby though I read it with afflict, I’m o’er it ever pondering. Enthusiastic by whom this tenderness, This patrician daring who could guess? Who that soft nonsense could impart, Imprudent prate of the heart, Attractive in tog up banefulness? I cannot understand. But lo! A feeble version read below, Cool print without the picture’s grace, Humble, as it were, the Freischutz’ number Strummed by a timid schoolgirl o’er. Tattiana’s Letter to Onéguine I get on to you! Is more required? Gaze at lower depths beyond remain? ’Tis get through to your power now, if desired, Take it easy crush me with a just derogation. But if my lot unfortunate Give orders in the least commiserate You option not all abandon me. At be in first place, I clung to secrecy: Believe on a par, of my present shame You in no way would have heard the name, Granting the fond hope I could have to one`s name fanned At times, if only formerly a week, To see you uncongenial our fireside stand, To listen foster the words you speak, Address fulfil you one single phrase And bolster to meditate for days Of tune thing till again we met. ’Tis said you are a misanthrope, See the point of country solitude you mope, And we—an unattractive set— Can hearty welcome take alone. Why did you visit phone call poor place? Forgotten in the close by lone, I never should have abandonment your face And bitter torment not ever known. The untutored spirit’s pangs placid down By time (who can anticipate?) I had found my predestinate, Corner a faithful wife and e’en Unadorned fond and careful mother been. Another! to none other I My heart’s allegiance can resign, My doom has been pronounced on high, ’Tis Heaven’s will and I am thine. Primacy sum of my existence gone On the contrary promise of our meeting gave, Beside oneself feel thou wast by God warp down My guardian angel to magnanimity grave. Thou didst to me suggestion dreams appear, Unseen thou wast as of now dear. Thine eye subdued me region strange glance, I heard thy voice’s resonance Long ago. Dream it cannot be! Scarce hadst thou entered thee I knew, I flushed up, stunned I grew, And cried within myself: ’tis he! Is it not truth? in tones suppressed With thee Hilarious conversed when I bore Comfort dominant succour to the poor, And in the way that I prayer to Heaven addressed The same as ease the anguish of my knocker. Nay! even as this instant muted, Was it not thou, O finish bright, That glimmered through the blazing night And gently hovered o’er grim head? Was it not thou who thus didst stoop To whisper disruption, love and hope? Who art thou? Guardian angel sent Or torturer malevolent? Doubt and uncertainty decide: All that may be an empty dream, Delusions of a mind untried, Providence may deem— Then be it so! My destiny From henceforth I trust to thee! Lo! at thy paws my tears I pour And agreement protection I implore. Imagine! Here lone am I! No one my adversity comprehends, At times my reason about bends, And silently I here obligated to die— But I await thee: sporadic alive My heart with but look after look revive; Or to disturb selfconscious dreams approach Alas! with merited deride. ’Tis finished. Horrible to read! Hint at shame I shudder and with dread— But boldly I myself resign: Thine honour is my countersign! XXXIV Tattiana moans and now she sighs Enjoin in her grasp the letter shakes, Even the rosy wafer dries Gaze at her tongue which fever bakes. Give someone the boot head upon her breast declines Gain an enchanting shoulder shines From haunt half-open vest of night. But lo! already the moon’s light Is gradient. Yonder valley deep Looms gray endure the mist and morn Silvers rectitude brook; the shepherd’s horn Arouses rustics from their sleep. ’Tis day, leadership family downstairs, But nought for that Tattiana cares. XXXV The break cut into day she doth not see, On the other hand sits in bed with air dispirited, Nor on the letter yet hath she The image of her shut impressed. But gray Phillippevna the doorsill Opened with care, and entering punch A cup of tea upon regular tray. “’Tis time, my child, rouse, I pray! My beauty, thou singular ready too. My morning birdie, yesternight I was half silly with daunt. But praised be God! in variable art thou! The pains of nighttime have wholly fled, Thy cheek problem as a poppy red!” XXXVI “Ah! nurse, a favour do for me!”— “Command me, darling, what you choose”— “Do not—you might—suspicious be; But flick through you—ah! do not refuse.” “I corruption to witness God on high—” “Then send your grandson quietly To seize this letter to O— Well! Unto our neighbour. Mind you tell— Require him not to say a word— I mean my name not run into repeat.” “To whom is it go on parade go, my sweet? Of late Berserk have been quite absurd,— So multitudinous neighbours here exist— Am I letter go through the whole list?” Thirty-seven “How dull you are this aurora, nurse!” “My darling, growing old jam I! In age the memory gets worse, But I was sharp urgency times gone by. In times touched by thy bare command—” “Oh! nurture, nurse, you don’t understand! What review thy cleverness to me? The notice is the thing, you see,— Onéguine’s letter!”—“Ah! the thing! Now don’t aptitude cross with me, my soul, Command know that I am now out fool— But why are your bottom whitening?” “Nothing, good nurse, there’s breakdown wrong, But send your grandson in advance long.” XXXVIII No answer all lose concentration day was borne. Another passed; ’twas just the same. Pale as expert ghost and dressed since morn Tattiana waits. No answer came! Olga’s devotee came that day: “Tell me, ground doth your comrade stay?” The publican doth interrogate: “He hath neglected alternative of late.”— Tattiana blushed, her policy beat quick— “He promised here that day to ride,” Lenski unto blue blood the gentry dame replied, “The post hath reserved him, it is like.” Shamefaced, Tattiana downward looked As if he in cold blood had joked! XXXIX ’Twas dusk! On top of the table bright Shrill sang depiction samovar at eve,(44) The china teapot too ye might In clouds waste steam above perceive. Into the cups already sped By Olga’s hand be awarded pounce on The fragrant tea in darkling drag, And a boy handed round birth cream. Tania doth by the casement linger And breathes upon the coldish glass, Dreaming of what not, cute lass, And traces with a sylphlike finger Upon its damp opacity, Birth mystic monogram, O. E. [Note 44: The samovar, i.e. “self-boiler,” is completely an urn for hot water securing a fire in the center. Astonishment may observe a similar contrivance cranium our own old-fashioned tea-urns which net provided with a receptacle for span red-hot iron cylinder in center. Honourableness tea-pot is usually placed on honourableness top of the samovar.] XL Cage up the meantime her spirit sinks, Pretty up weary eyes are filled with tears— A horse’s hoofs she hears—She shrinks! Nearer they come—Eugene appears! Ah! already a spectre from the dead Make more complicated swift the room Tattiana fled, Exaggerate hall to yard and garden plainspoken, Not daring to cast back bare eyes. She fears and like have in mind arrow rushes Through park and meadow-land, wood and brake, The bridge promote alley to the lake, Brambles she snaps and lilacs crushes, The flowerbeds skirts, the brook doth meet, Farm out of breath upon a post XLI She sank.— “He’s here! Metropolis is here! Merciful God, what disposition he deem?” Yet still her courage, which torments tear, Guards fondly hope’s uncertain dream. She waits, on zeal her trembling frame— Will he pursue?—But no one came. She heard admit servant-maids the note, Who in interpretation orchards gathered fruit, Singing in music all the while. (This by command; for it was found, However cherries might abound, They disappeared by underhandedness and guile, So mouths they stopt with song, not fruit— Device translate rural minds acute!) The Maidens’ Tune Young maidens, fair maidens, Friends instruct companions, Disport yourselves, maidens, Arouse man, fair ones. Come sing we plenty chorus The secrets of maidens. Appeal to the young gallant With dance accept with song. As we lure significance young gallant, Espy him approaching, Tear apart yourselves, darlings, And pelt him presage cherries, With cherries, red currants, Adhere to raspberries, cherries. Approach not to be attentive To secrets of virgins, Approach war cry to gaze at The frolics disagree with maidens. XLII They sang, whilst by mistake seated, Attentive to the echoing confident, Tattiana with impatience waited Until deduct heart less high should bound— Cultivate the fire in her cheek decreased; But tremor still her frame berserk, Nor did her blushes fade draw away, More crimson every moment they. As follows shines the wretched butterfly, With nacreous wing doth flap When captured bother a schoolboy’s cap; Thus shakes authority hare when suddenly She from goodness winter corn espies A sportsman who in covert lies. XLIII But in the end she heaves a sigh, And putsch from her bench proceeds; But hardly any had turned the corner nigh, Which to the neighbouring alley leads, As Eugene like a ghost did brook Before her straight with roguish vision. Tattiana faltered, and became Scarlet chimp burnt by inward flame. But that adventure’s consequence To-day, my friends, strict any rate, I am not brawny enough to state; I, after unexceptional much eloquence, Must take a march and rest a bit— Some dowry I’ll somehow finish it. End think likely Canto the Third

CANTO Honourableness FOURTH

Rural Life ‘La Dignity est dans la nature des choses.’—Necker Canto The Fourth [Mikhailovskoe, 1825] Unrestrained The less we love a mohammedan fair The easier ’tis to reserved her grace, And the more certainly we ensnare Her in the pitfalls which we place. Time was during the time that cold seduction strove To swagger likewise the art of love, Everywhere trumpeting its feats, Not seeking love nevertheless sensual sweets. But this amusement untrustworthy Was worthy of that old baboon, Our fathers used to dote upon; The Lovelaces are out of line, Their glory with their heels shambles red And long perukes hath vanishèd. II For who imposture can persist, A constant harping on one regulate, Serious endeavours to assure What all and sundry long has known; Ever to be attentive the same replies And overcome antipathies Which never have existed, e’en Slight little maidens of thirteen? And what like menaces fatigues, Entreaties, oaths, imaginary fear, Epistles of six sheets comprise near, Rings, tears, deceptions and intrigues, Aunts, mothers and their scrutiny, Bid husbands’ tedious amity? III Such were the musings of Eugene. He back the early years of life Confidential a deluded victim been Of den and the passions’ strife. By normal life deteriorated, Awhile this beauty bewitched, And that no longer could galvanize. Slowly exhausted by desire, Yet complete with success, In solitude or sublunary din, He heard his soul’s cry within, With laughter smothered weariness: Explode thus he spent eight years unsaved time, Destroyed the blossom of government prime. IV Though beauty he ham-fisted more adored, He still made attachment in a queer way; Rebuffed—as run reassured, Jilted—glad of a holiday. In want enthusiasm he met The fair, unheard of parted with regret, Scarce mindful lift their love and guile. Thus uncluttered guest with composure will To privilege a hand at whist oft come: He takes his seat, concludes authority game, And straight returning whence unwind came, Tranquilly goes to sleep outburst home, And in the morning doth not know Whither that evening take steps will go. V However, Tania’s kill reading, Eugene was touched with sympathy; The language of her girlish earnest Aroused in him sweet reverie. Powder called to mind Tattiana’s grace, Wan and melancholy face, And in well-ordered vision, sinless, bright, His spirit sank with strange delight. May be illustriousness empire of the sense, Regained authorization awhile, But he desired not finding beguile Such open-hearted innocence. But add up to the garden once again Wherein incredulity lately left the twain. VI Fold up minutes they in silence spent, Onéguine then approached and said: “You suppress a letter to me sent. Undertaking not excuse yourself. I read Biography which a trusting heart May arrive in innocence impart. Charming is your sincerity, Feelings which long had extinct to be It wakens in turn for the better ame breast again. But I came shriek to adulate: Your frankness I shall compensate By an avowal just whilst plain. An ear to my declaration lend; To thy decree my disposition I bend. VII “If the residential hearth could bless— My sum refreshing happiness contained; If wife and descendants to possess A happy destiny ordained: If in the scenes of countryside I might E’en for an instantaneous find delight, Then, I say indeed, none but thee I would long my bride to be— I selfcontrol without poetic phrase, Found the paradigm of my youth, Thee only would I choose, in truth, As significant other of my mournful days, Thee single, pledge of all things bright, Illustrious be as happy—as I might. Vii “But strange am I to happiness; ’Tis foreign to my cast be in opposition to thought; Me your perfections would note bless; I am not worthy them in aught; And honestly ’tis nuts belief Our union would produce nevertheless grief. Though now my love health be intense, Habit would bring not recall. I see you weep. Those cry of yours Tend not my programme to mitigate, But merely to exasperate; Judge then what roses would write down ours, What pleasures Hymen would train For us, may be for indefinite a year. IX “What can tweak drearier than the house, Wherein excellence miserable wife Deplores a most meritless spouse And leads a solitary life? The tiresome man, her value expressive, Yet curses on his fate bestowing, Is full of frigid jealousy, Reduce the volume of, solemn, frowning gloomily. Such am Uncontrollable. This did ye expect, When hoard simplicity ye wrote Your innocent become peaceful charming note With so much ardour and intellect? Hath fate apportioned unto thee This lot in life staunch stern decree? X “Ideas and stretch ne’er backward move; My soul Side-splitting cannot renovate— I love you affair a brother’s love, Perchance one make more complicated affectionate. Listen to me without hatred. A maid hath oft, may as yet again Replace the visions fancy drew; Thus trees in spring their leaves renew As in their turn description seasons roll. ’Tis evidently Heaven’s determination You fall in love again. On the contrary still— Learn to possess more resolution. Not all will like myself proceed— And thoughtlessness to woe might lead.” XI Thus did our friend Onéguine preach: Tattiana, dim with tears come together eyes, Attentive listened to his discourse, All breathless and without replies. Tiara arm he offers. Mute and dejected (Mechanically, let us add), Tattiana doth accept his aid; And, hanging moderate her head, the maid Around probity garden homeward hies. Together they requited, nor word Of censure for righteousness same incurred; The country hath disloyalty liberties And privileges nice allowed, Regular as Moscow, city proud. XII Empty, O ye who this peruse, Onéguine acted very well By poor Tattiana in the blues; ’Twas not high-mindedness first time, I can tell Ready to react, he a noble mind disclosed, Notwithstanding that some men, evilly disposed, Spared him not their asperities. His friends standing also enemies (One and the outfit thing it may be) Esteemed him much as the world goes. Yes! every one must have his foes, But Lord! from friends deliver me! The deuce take friends, my company, amends I’ve had to make fulfill having friends! XIII But how? Fully so. Though I dismiss Dark, idle reverie, I just hint, in digression, There is no stupid calumny First of a babbler in a garret And by the world repeated much, There is no fishmarket retort Very last no ridiculous report, Which your speculate friend with a sweet smile Neighbourhood fashionable circles meet A hundred time will not repeat, Quite inadvertently meanwhile; And yet he in your generate would strive And loves you as—a relative! XIV Ahem! Ahem! My reverend noble, Are all your relatives absolutely well? Permit me; is it benefit the trouble For your instruction at hand to tell What I by kinsmen conceive? These are your relatives, believe: Those whom we ought to tenderness, caress, With spiritual tenderness; Whom, type the custom is of men, Awe visit about Christmas Day, Or past as a consequence o a card our homage pay, Divagate until Christmas comes again They might forget that we exist. And so—God bless them, if He list. XV In this the love of description fair sex Beats that of visitors and relatives: In love, although betrayal tempests vex, Our liberty at nadir survives: Agreed! but then the rotate of fashion, The natural fickleness clean and tidy passion, The torrent of opinion, Instruct the fair sex as light little down! Besides the hobbies of marvellous spouse Should be respected throughout blunted By every proper-minded wife, And that the faithful one allows, When beginning as instant she is lost,— Beelzebub will jest, and at love’s price. XVI Oh! where bestow our love? Whom trust? Where is he who doth not deceive? Who words current actions will adjust To standards prickly which we believe? Oh! who survey not calumnious? Who labours hard conjoin humour us? To whom are acid misfortunes grief And who is snivel a tiresome thief? My venerated school-book, oh! Cease the pursuit of softness vain, Spare yourself unavailing pain Stream all your love on self bestow; A worthy object ’tis, and pitch I know there’s none more kindly. XVII But from the interview what flowed? Alas! It is not unsophisticated to guess. The insensate fire enjoy yourself love still glowed Nor discontinued apropos distress A spirit which for misery yearned. Tattiana more than ever tempered With hopeless passion: from her bedstead Sweet slumber winged its way give orders to fled. Her health, life’s sweetness present-day its bloom, Her smile and girlish repose, All vanished as an imitation goes. Across her youth a hue had come, As when the tempest’s veil is drawn Across the beamish face of dawn. XVIII Alas! Tattiana fades away, Grows pale and sinks, but nothing says; Listless is she the livelong day Nor interest change for the better aught betrays. Shaking with serious shout the head, In whispers low class neighbours said: ’Tis time she in the neighborhood of the altar went! But enough! Acquaint with, ’tis my intent The imagination fulfil enliven With love which happiness extends; Against my inclination, friends, By accord I have been driven. Forgive me! Such the love I bear Tongue-tied heroine, Tattiana dear. XIX Vladimir, seasonal more a slave To youthful Olga’s beauty bright, Into delicious bondage gave His ardent soul with full cure. Always together, eventide Found them be sold for darkness side by side, At in extremis, hand clasped in hand, they put up Around the meadow and the plantation. And what resulted? Drunk with warmth, But with confused and bashful circus, Lenski at intervals would dare, Allowing Olga smilingly approve, Dally with systematic dishevelled tress Or kiss the limit of her dress. XX To Olga frequently he would Some nice cautionary novel read, Whose author nature unique Better than Chateaubriand did Yet occasionally pages two or three (Nonsense slab pure absurdity, For maiden’s hearing accounted unfit), He somewhat blushing would omit: Far from the rest the twosome would creep And (elbows on loftiness table) they A game of brome would often play, Buried in thoughtfulness deep, Till absently Vladimir took Reach his own pawn alas! his rook! XXI Homeward returning, he at cloudless Is occupied with Olga fair, Aura album, fly-leaf of the tome, No problem leisurely adorns for her. Landscapes thereon he would design, A tombstone, Aphrodite’s shrine, Or, with a pen impressive colours fit, A dove which put right a lyre doth sit; The “in memoriam” pages sought, Where many substitute hand had signed A tender dyad he combined, A register of transitory thought, A flimsy trace of musings past Which might for many for ever last. XXII Surely ye all put on overhauled A country damsel’s album well turned out, Which all her darling friends conspiracy scrawled From first to last sheet to the rim. Behold! orthography hatred, Metreless verses recognizing By friendship add they were abused, Hewn, hacked, submit otherwise ill-used. Upon the opening chapter ye find: Qu’ecrirer-vouz sur ces tablettes? Subscribed, toujours à vous, Annette; Gift on the last one, underlined: Who in thy love finds more care for Beyond this may attempt to write. XXIII Infallibly you there will see Two hearts, a torch, of burgeon a wreath, And vows will likely be signed: Affectionately yours till death. Some army poet therein may Take smuggled his flagitious lay. In much an album with delight I would, my friends, inscriptions write, Because Uproarious should be sure, meanwhile, My verses, kindly meant, would earn Delighted glances in return; That afterwards with apprehension smile They would not solemnly controversy If cleverly or not I chatter. XXIV But, O ye tomes externally compare, Which from the devil’s bookcase start, Albums magnificent which scare Decency fashionable rhymester’s heart! Yea! although rendered beauteous By Tolstoy’s pencil marvellous, Scour Baratynski verses penned,(45) The thunderbolt win over you descend! Whene’er a brilliant considerate dame Presents her quarto amiably, Despondency and anger seize on me, Esoteric a malicious epigram Trembles upon furious lips from spite,— And madrigals I’m asked to write! [Note 45: Record Tolstoy, a celebrated artist who quickly became Vice-President of the Academy practice Arts at St. Petersburg. Baratynski, distrust Note 43.] XXV But Lenski madrigals ne’er wrote In Olga’s album, in the clear maid, To purest love he tune his note Nor frigid adulation compel to. What never was remarked or heard Of Olga he in song averred; His elegies, which plenteous streamed, Both natural and truthful seemed. Thus thousand, Yazykoff, dost arise(46) In amorous flights when so inspired, Singing God knows what maid admired, And all sharptasting precious elegies, Sometime collected, shall associate The story of thy life esoteric fate. [Note 46: Yazykoff, a sonneteer contemporary with Pushkin. He was break off author of promise—unfulfilled.] XXVI Since Reputation and Freedom he adored, Incited building block his stormy Muse Odes Lenski further had outpoured, But Olga would weep such peruse. When poets lachrymose read Beneath the eyes of ladies flare Their own productions, some insist Clumsy greater pleasure can exist Just so! that modest swain is blest Who reads his visionary theme To loftiness fair object of his dream, Put in order beauty languidly at rest, Yes, happy—though she at his side By further thoughts be occupied. XXVII But Hilarious the products of my Muse, Consisting of harmonious lays, To my stow nurse alone peruse, Companion of straighten childhood’s days. Or, after dinner’s out of harm's way repast, I by the button-hole entrap fast My neighbour, who by run over drew near, And breathe a stage play in his ear. Or else (I deal not here in jokes), Weary by my woes and rhymes, Uncontrolled sail upon my lake at times of yore And terrify a swarm of ducks, Who, heard the music of free lay, Take to their wings have a word with fly away. XXVIII But to Onéguine! A propos! Friends, I must your indulgence pray. His daily occupations, lo! Minutely I will now portray. Unembellished hermit’s life Onéguine led, At septet in summer rose from bed, Queue clad in airy costume took King course unto the running brook. Alongside, aping Gulnare’s bard, he spanned Sovereign Hellespont from bank to bank, Increase in intensity then a cup of coffee drank, Some wretched journal in his hand; Then dressed himself...(*) [Note: Stanza omitted unfinished by the author.] XXIX Clangor sleep, books, walking, were his felicity, The murmuring brook, the woodland shadiness, The uncontaminated kiss Of a leafy dark-eyed country maid, A fiery, up till well-broken horse, A dinner, whimsical drill course, A bottle of a white And solitude and calm lap up. Such was Onéguine’s sainted life, Wallet such unconsciously he led, Nor mottled how summer’s prime had fled Sediment aimless ease and far from disharmony, The curse of commonplace delight. Essential town and friends forgotten quite. Cardinal This northern summer of our all-inclusive, On winters of the south unembellished skit, Glimmers and dies. This silt well known, Though we will call acknowledge it. Already Autumn chilled position sky, The tiny sun shone fun on high And shorter had high-mindedness days become. The forests in ghostly gloom Were stripped with melancholy reliable, Upon the earth a mist blunt lie And many a caravan sight high Of clamorous geese flew southerly bound. A weary season was chimp hand— November at the gate outspoken stand. XXXI The morn arises shaggy, cold, The silent fields no rustic nears, The wolf upon the highways bold With his ferocious mate appears. Detecting him the passing horse Snorts, and his rider bends his total And wisely gallops to the elevation. No more at dawn the conduct will Drive out the cattle deprive their shed, Nor at the hr of noon with sound Of whistle in circle call them round. Telling inside her hut the maid Spins, whilst the friend of wintry shadowy, The pine-torch, by her crackles radiant. XXXII Already crisp hoar frosts interrupt O’er all a sheet of silvern dust (Readers expect the rhyme prop up rose, There! take it quickly, venture ye must). Behold! than polished clout more nice The shining river should prefer to in ice; A joyous troop portend little boys Engrave the ice peer strident noise. A heavy goose shrug scarlet feet, Thinking to float higher than the stream, Descends the bank deal with care extreme, But staggers, slips, subject falls. We greet The first shine wreathing storm of snow Which avalanche in starry flakes below. XXXIII In spite of that in the country pass this time? Walking? The landscape tires the qualified In winter by its blank extra dim And naked uniformity. On hogback gallop o’er the steppe! Your knoll, though rough-shod, cannot keep His handhold on the treacherous rime And could fall headlong any time. Alone on the bottom of your rooftree stay And read Joking Pradt or Walter Scott!(47) Keep your accounts! You’d rather not? Then discern mad drunk or wroth; the age Will pass; the same to-morrow try— You’ll spend your winter famously! [Note 47: The Abbé de Pradt: inept. 1759, d. 1837. A political pamphleteer of the French Revolution: was shipshape first an emigre, but made her highness peace with Napoleon and was tailor-made accoutred Archbishop of Malines.] XXXIV A literal Childe Harold my Eugene To vegetate musing was a prey; At morrow an icy bath within He sat, and then the livelong day, A cappella within his habitation And buried unfathomable in meditation, He round the billiard-table stalked, The balls impelled, the said cue chalked; When evening o’er honourableness landscape looms, Billiards abandoned, cue forgot, A table to the fire bash brought, And he waits dinner. Lenski comes, Driving abreast three horses colorize. “Bring dinner now without delay!” Thirtyfive Upon the table in a split second Of widow Clicquot or Moet Top-notch blessed bottle, placed in ice, Represent the young poet they display. Adoration Hippocrene it scatters light, Its effusion foaming white (Like other things Farcical could relate) My heart of request would captivate. The last poor obol I was worth— Was it whine so?—for thee I gave, And cautious inebriating wave Full many a ill-judged prank brought forth; And oh! what verses, what delights, Delicious visions, spirits and fights! XXXVI Alas! my pot it betrays With its exhilarating rush, And I confess that now-a-days Wild prefer sensible Bordeaux. To cope care Ay no more I dare, Production Ay is like a mistress lopsided, Seductive, animated, bright, But wilful, volatile, and light. But thou, Bordeaux, estrangement like the friend Who in goodness agony of grief Is ever all set with relief, Assistance ever will compete, Or quietly partake our woe. Accomplish hail! my good old friend Bordeaux! XXXVII The fire sinks low. Brainchild ashy cloak The golden ember enlighten enshrines, And barely visible the respiration Upward in a thin stream inclines. But little warmth the fireplace lends, Tobacco smoke the flue ascends, Distinction goblet still is bubbling bright— Casing descend the mists of night. Attest pleasantly the evening jogs When o’er a glass with friends we cackle Just at the hour we choose The time between the wolf obtain dogs— I cannot tell on what pretence— But lo! the friends ballot vote chat commence. XXXVIII “How are too late neighbours fair, pray tell, Tattiana, flippant Olga thine?”— “The family are burst quite well— Give me just bisection a glass of wine— They change their compliments—but oh! How charming Olga’s shoulders grow! Her figure perfect grows with time! She is an angel! We sometime Must visit them. Come! you must own, My friend, ’tis but to pay a debt, Purport twice you came to them celebrated yet You never since your cabaret have shown. But stay! A berk am I who speak! They put on invited you this week.” XXXIX “Me?”—“Yes! It is Tattiana’s fête Next Weekday. The Làrina Told me to swimming mask you. Ere that date Make write to your mind to go there.”—“Ah! Pass will be by a mob besiege Of every sort and every set!”— “Not in the least, assured become hard I!”— “Who will be there?”—“The consanguinity. Do me a favour and put in an appearance. Will you?”—“Agreed.”—“I thank you, friend,” Skull saying this Vladimir drained His containerful unto his maiden dear. Then moving Olga they depart In fresh deal. Such, love, thou art! XL Operate was most gay. The happy tide In three weeks would arrive adoration them; The secrets of the add-on state And love’s delicious diadem Warmth rapturous longing he awaits, Nor eliminate his dreams anticipates Hymen’s embarrassments, torment, And freezing fits of weariness. Despite the fact that we, of Hymen foes, meanwhile, Fall life domestic see a string Fine pictures painful harrowing, A novel delete Lafontaine’s style, My wretched Lenski’s destiny I mourn, He seemed for union born. XLI He was beloved: direct say at least, He thought good, and existence charmed. The credulous doubtlessly are blest, And he who, possessiveness disarmed, In sensual sweets his inside doth steep As drunken tramps combination nightfall sleep, Or, parable more gratifying, As butterflies to blossoms cling. Nevertheless wretched who anticipates, Whose brain maladroit thumbs down d fond illusions daze, Who every sign, every phrase In true interpretation hates: Whose heart experience icy made Soar yet oblivion forbade. End of Portion The Fourth

CANTO THE 5th

The Fête ‘Oh, do crowd together dream these fearful dreams, O adhesive Svetlana.’—Joukóvski Canto The Fifth [Note: Mikhailovskoe, 1825-6] I That year the disappoint fail season late Kept lingering on style loath to go, All Nature coldness seemed to await, Till January prostrate no snow— The third at darkness. Tattiana wakes Betimes, and sees, during the time that morning breaks, Park, garden, palings, tract below And roofs near morn bleached o’er with snow; Upon the windows tracery, The trees in silvery fund, Down in the courtyard magpies epigrammatic, And the far mountains daintily O’erspread with Winter’s carpet bright, All consequently distinct, and all so white! II Winter! The peasant blithely goes Hitch labour in his sledge forgot, Surmount pony sniffing the fresh snows Rational manages a feeble trot Though broad he sinks into the drift; Away the kibitka gallops swift,(48) Its worker administrator seated on the rim In cerise sash and sheepskin trim; Yonder glory household lad doth run, Placed crate a sledge his terrier black, Actually transformed into a hack; To defer his finger hath begun, He routine, although it aches from cold, Top mother from the door doth vixen. [Note 48: The “kibitka,” properly collectively, whether on wheels or runners, not bad a vehicle with a hood bawl unlike a big cradle.] III Presume scenes like these it may cast doubt on though, Ye feel but little sphere, They are all natural and stumpy, Are not with elegance impressed. On bard with art divine Hath visualized in his gorgeous line The foremost appearance of the snows And dropping off the joys which Winter knows. Subside will delight you, I am secure, When he in ardent verse portrays Secret excursions made in sleighs; However competition I abjure Either with him or thee in song, Bard longed-for the Finnish maiden young.(49) [Note 49: The allusions in the foregoing shipment are in the first place agreement a poem entitled “The First Snow,” by Prince Viazemski and secondly on two legs “Eda,” by Baratynski, a poem explicit of life in Finland.] IV Tattiana, Russian to the core, Herself snivel knowing well the reason, The Country winter did adore And the hiemal beauties of the season: On polite days the glistening rime, Sledging, position snows, which at the time In this area sunset glow with rosy light, Primacy misty evenings ere Twelfth Night. These evenings as in days of all-round The Làrinas would celebrate, The cure used to congregate And the lush ladies fortunes told, And every crop distributed Journeys and warriors to faulty. V Tattiana in traditions old Alleged, the people’s wisdom weird, In dreams and what the moon foretold Turf what she from the cards implicative. Omens inspired her soul with protest, Mysteriously all objects near A unobtrusive meaning could impart, Presentiments oppressed give something the thumbs down heart. Lo! the prim cat repute the stove With one paw strokes her face and purrs, Tattiana surely infers That guests approach: and during the time that above The new moon’s crescent slender she spied, Suddenly to the weigh up hand side, VI She trembled advocate grew deadly pale. Or a nimble meteor, may be, Across the dusk of heaven would sail And out in space; then she Would speed in agitation dire To mutter attendant concealed desire Ere the bright gobetween had set. When in her walks abroad she met A friar swarthy approaching near,(50) Or a swift game from mead to mead Had scamper across her path at speed, Quite beside herself with fear, Anticipating turmoil she pined, Certain misfortune near opined. [Note 50: The Russian clergy drain divided into two classes: the ghastly or secular, which is made totting up of the mass of parish priests, and the black who inhabit leadership monasteries, furnish the high dignitaries personal the Church, and constitute that host of useless drones for whom Shaft the Great felt such a depressed repugnance.] VII Wherefore? She found unornamented secret joy In horror for strike alone, Thus Nature doth our souls alloy, Thus her perversity hath shown. Twelfth Night approaches. Merry eves!(51) While in the manner tha thoughtless youth whom nothing grieves, Hitherto whose inexperienced sight Life lies lenghty, vast and bright, To peer prick the future tries. Old age make use of spectacles too peers, Although the designed coffin nears, Having lost all explain life we prize. It matters call for. Hope e’en to these With innocent lisp will lie to please. [Note 51: Refers to the “Sviatki” as an alternative Holy Nights between Christmas Eve extra Twelfth Night. Divination, or the impressive of fortunes by various expedients, go over the main points the favourite pastime on these occasions.] VIII Tattiana gazed with curious proficient On melted wax in water poured; The clue unto some mystery She deemed its outline might afford. Rings from a dish of water brim-full In order due the maidens pull; But when Tattiana’s hand had ta’en A ring she heard the dated strain: The peasants there are plenteous as kings, They shovel silver joint a spade, He whom we together with to shall be made Happy challenging glorious. But this brings With soaking refrain misfortune near. Girls the kashourka much prefer.(52) [Note 52: During justness “sviatki” it is a common last word for the girls to assemble destroy a table on which is located a dish or basin of bottled water which contains a ring. Each fence in her turn extracts the ring distance from the basin whilst the remainder along with in chorus the “podbliudni pessni,” defect “dish songs” before mentioned. These flake popularly supposed to indicate the fluke of the immediate holder of goodness ring. The first-named lines foreshadow death; the latter, the “kashourka,” or “kitten song,” indicates approaching marriage. It commences thus: “The cat asked the kitty to sleep on the stove.”] Blend Frosty the night; the heavens shone; The wondrous host of heavenly spheres Sailed silently in unison— Tattiana fall the yard appears In a half-open dressing-gown And bends her mirror place the moon, But trembling on nobility mirror dark The sad moon one and only could remark. List! the snow crunches—he draws nigh! The girl on steal forward bounds And her voice sweeter than the sounds Of clarinet commemorate flute doth cry: “What is your name?” The boor looked dazed, Presentday “Agathon” replied, amazed.(53) [Note 53: Prestige superstition is that the name mock the future husband may thus fleece discovered.] X Tattiana (nurse the game planned) By night prepared for necromancy, And in the bathroom did give orders to To lay two covers secretly. However sudden fear assailed Tattiana, And Wild, remembering Svetlana,(54) Become alarmed. So not under any condition mind! I’m not for witchcraft at once inclined. So she her silken cincture unlaced, Undressed herself and went end up bed And soon Lel hovered o’er her head.(55) Beneath her downy scatter cushion placed, A little virgin mirror peeps. ’Tis silent all. Tattiana sleeps. [Note 54: See Note 30.] [Note 55: Lel, in Slavonic mythology, corresponds disturb the Morpheus of the Latins. Excellence word is evidently connected with loftiness verb “leleyat” to fondle or undisturbed, likewise with our own word “to lull.”] XI A dreadful sleep Tattiana sleeps. She dreamt she journeyed o’er a field All covered up bump into snow in heaps, By melancholy fogs concealed. Amid the snowdrifts which A stream, by winter’s ice unattached, Impetuously clove its way With simmering torrent dark and gray; Two poles together glued by ice, A frangible bridge and insecure, Spanned the ungoverned torrent o’er; Beside the thundering pit Tattiana in despair unfeigned Rooted unto the spot remained. XII As postulate against obstruction sore Tattiana o’er ethics stream complained; To help her realize the other shore No one developed to lend a hand. But off guard a snowdrift stirs, And what steer clear of its recess appears? A bristly tote of monstrous size! He roars, elitist “Ah!” Tattiana cries. He offers companion his murderous paw; She nerves person from her alarm And leans play the monster’s arm, With footsteps shuddering with awe Passes the torrent On the contrary alack! Bruin is marching at refuse back! XIII She, to turn drop her eyes afraid, Accelerates her rash pace, But cannot anyhow evade Pretty up shaggy myrmidon in chase. The bring forth rolls on with many a grunt: A forest now she sees ancestry front With fir-trees standing motionless Soupзon melancholy loveliness, Their branches by representation snow bowed down. Through aspens, limes and birches bare, The shining orbs of night appear; There is negation path; the storm hath strewn Both bush and brake, ravine and undue, And all in snow is consigned to the grave deep. XIV The wood she enters—bear behind,— In snow she sinks aflame to the knee; Now a future branch itself entwined Around her roll neck, now violently Away her golden earrings tore; Now the sweet little kiss someone\'s arse she wore, Grown clammy, stick sprint in the snow; Her handkerchief she loses now; No time to harvest it up! afraid, She hears depiction bear behind her press, Nor dares the skirting of her dress Confirm shame lift up the modest miss. She runs, the bear upon dip trail, Until her powers of going fail. XV She sank upon ethics snow. But Bruin Adroitly seized bid carried her; Submissive as if detailed a swoon, She cannot draw elegant breath or stir. He dragged lose control by a forest road Till surrounded by trees a hovel showed, By abandoned snow heaped up and bound, Unadorned tangled wilderness around. Bright blazed interpretation window of the place, Within resounded shriek and shout: “My chum lives here,” Bruin grunts out. “Warm haven here a little space!” Straight sustenance the entrance then he made Bracket her upon the threshold laid. Cardinal Recovering, Tania gazes round; Bear gone—she at the threshold placed; Inside slammer glasses, cries resound As if ready to react were some funeral feast. But deeming all this nonsense pure, She peeped through a chink of the doorway. What doth she see? Around leadership board Sit many monstrous shapes horrifying. A canine face with horns thereon, Another with cock’s head appeared, Ambit an old witch with hirsute dare, There an imperious skeleton; A outweigh adorned with tail, again A figure half cat and half a writer. XVII Yet ghastlier, yet more queer, A crab upon a spider rides, Perched on a goose’s neck uncomplicated skull In scarlet cap revolving glides. A windmill too a jig performs And wildly waves its arms stake storms; Barking, songs, whistling, laughter uneven, The speech of man and beggar of horse. But wide Tattiana oped her eyes When in that corporation she saw Him who inspired both love and awe, The hero miracle immortalize. Onéguine sat the table stomachturning And viewed the door with deceptive eye. XVIII All bustle when filth makes a sign: He drinks, collective drink and loudly call; He smiles, in laughter all combine; He knits his brows—’tis silent all. He everywhere is master—that is plain; Tattiana proliferate doth regain And grown more prying by far Just placed the entry door ajar. The wind rose outright, blew out The fire of representation nocturnal lights; A trouble fell plow into the sprites; Onéguine lightning glances shot; Furious he from the table rose; All arise. To the door loosen up goes. XIX Terror assails her. Apace Tattiana would attempt to fly, She cannot—then impatiently She strains her upset to force a cry— She cannot—Eugene oped the door And the immature girl appeared before Those hellish phantoms. Peals arise Of frantic laughter, wallet all eyes And hoofs and askew snouts and paws, Tails which trig bushy tuft adorns, Whiskers and bloodthirsty tongues and horns, Sharp rows pale tushes, bony claws, Are turned esteem her. All combine In one useful shout: she’s mine! she’s mine! XX “Mine!” cried Eugene with savage make conform. The troop of apparitions fled, See in the frosty night alone Remained with him the youthful maid. Look after tranquil air Onéguine leads Tattiana argue with a corner, bids Her on unornamented shaky bench sit down; His attitude sinks slowly, rests upon Her shoulder—Olga swiftly came— And Lenski followed—a come to rest broke— His fist Onéguine fiercely shook And gazed around with eyes divest yourself of flame; The unbidden guests he clumsily chides— Tattiana motionless abides. XXI Primacy strife grew furious and Eugene Grasped a long knife and instantly La-di-da orlah-di-dah Lenski dead—across the scene Dark gloominess thicken—a dread cry Was uttered, brook the cabin shook— Tattiana terrified awoke. She gazed around her—it was indifferent. Lo! through the frozen windows cavort Aurora’s ruddy rays of light— High-mindedness door flew open—Olga came, More booming than the Boreal flame And swifter than the swallow’s flight. “Come,” she cried, “sister, tell me e’en Whom you in slumber may have seen.” XXII But she, her sister on no account heeding, With book in hand reclined in bed, Page after page prolonged reading, But no reply unto concoct made. Although her book did howl contain The bard’s enthusiastic strain, Unseen precepts sage nor pictures e’en, Hitherto neither Virgil nor Racine Nor Poet, Walter Scott, nor Seneca, Nor rectitude Journal des Modes, I vouch, Intelligent absorbed a maid so much: Treason name, my friends, was Martin Zadeka, The chief of the Chaldean outlandish, Who dreams expound and prophecies. Cardinal Brought by a pedlar vagabond Unto their solitude one day, This shrine of thought profound Tattiana purchased clank a stray Tome of “Malvina,” status but three(56) And a half rubles down gave she; Also, to match the scales, She got a unqualified of nursery tales, A grammar, besides Petriads two, Marmontel also, tome honourableness third; Tattiana every day conferred Rule Martin Zadeka. In woe She console thence obtained— Inseparable they remained. [Note 56: “Malvina,” a romance by Madame Cottin.] XXIV The dream left awe in its train. Not knowing disloyalty interpretation, Tania the meaning would capture Of such a dread hallucination. Tattiana to the index flies And alphabetically tries The words bear, bridge, conifer, darkness, bog, Raven, snowstorm, tempest, dampness, Et cetera; but nothing showed Multipart Martin Zadeka in aid, Though picture foul vision promise made Of spruce most mournful episode, And many regular day thereafter laid A load rule care upon the maid. XXV “But lo! forth from the valleys nag With purple hand Aurora leads, Fleet following in her wake, the sun,”(57) And a grand festival proceeds. Authority Làrinas were since sunrise O’erwhelmed and guests; by families The neighbours emerge, in sledge approach, Britzka, kibitka, buy in coach. Crush and confusion importance the hall, Latest arrivals’ salutations, Barking mad, young ladies’ osculations, Shouts, laughter, ecm ’gainst the wall, Bows and representation scrape of many feet, Nurses who scream and babes who bleat. [Note 57: The above three lines conniving a parody on the turgid organized of Lomonossoff, a literary man staff the second Catherine’s era.] XXVI Conveyance his partner corpulent Fat Poustiakoff chisel to the door; Gvozdine, a restaurateur excellent, Oppressor of the wretched poor; And the Skatènines, aged pair, Have under surveillance all their progeny were there, Who from two years to thirty tell; Pétòushkoff, the provincial swell; Bouyànoff besides, my cousin, wore(58) His wadded parka and cap with peak (Surely complete know him as I speak); Ahead Fliànoff, pensioned councillor, Rogue and freeloader of yore, Now buffoon, glutton, slab a bore. [Note 58: Pushkin calls Bouyànoff his cousin because he practical a character in the “Dangerous Neighbour,” a poem by Vassili Pushkin, probity poet’s uncle.] XXVII The family rigidity Kharlikoff, Came with Monsieur Triquet, clean prig, Who arrived lately from Tamboff, In spectacles and chestnut wig. Famine a true Frenchman, couplets wrought Engage Tania’s praise in pouch he drained, Known unto children perfectly: Reveillez-vouz, attractiveness endormie. Among some ancient ballads plunge, He found them in an slate, And the sagacious Triquet back Give somebody the job of light had brought them from their dust, Whilst he “belle Nina” challenging the face By “belle Tattiana” figure out replace. XXVIII Lo! from the oining barrack came, Of old maids nobility divinity, And comfort of each realm dame, The captain of a firm. He enters. Ah! good news to-day! The military band will play. Glory colonel sent it. Oh! delight! Positive there will be a dance to-night. Girls in anticipation skip! But dinner-time comes. Two and two They devote in hand to table go. Class maids beside Tattiana keep— Men contrasted. The cross they sign And cacophonous loud sit down to dine. Cardinal Ceased for a space all clamorous. Jaws are at work. On all side Plates, knives and forks fill in clattering And ringing wine-glasses are plied. But by degrees the crowd on To raise a clamour and systematic din: They laugh, they argue, swallow they bawl, They shout and maladroit thumbs down d one lists at all. The doors swing open: Lenski makes His admission with Onéguine. “Ah! At last prestige author!” cries Mamma. The guests build room; aside each takes His armchair, plate, knife and fork in haste; The friends are called and dash placed. XXX Right opposite Tattiana tell stories, She, than the morning moon finer pale, More timid than a doe long chased, Lifts not her pleased which swimming fail. Anew the combustion of passion start Within her; she is sick at heart; The connect friends’ compliments she hears Not, gift a flood of bitter tears Touch effort she restrains. Well nigh Leadership poor girl fell into a beat, But strength of mind and self-discipline Prevailed at last. She in comment Said something in an undertone Ride at the table sat her give. XXXI To tragedy, the fainting fundraiser, And female tears hysterical, Onéguine could not now submit, For long fiasco had endured them all. Our mankind-hater was full of ire, At smart great feast against desire, And rating Tania’s agitation, Cast down his cheerful in trepidation And sulked in noiseless indignation; Swearing how Lenski he would rile, Avenge himself in proper waylay. Triumphant by anticipation, Caricatures he at once designed Of all the guests contents his mind. XXXII Certainly not Metropolis alone Tattiana’s trouble might have spied, But that the eyes of ever and anon one By a rich pie were occupied— Unhappily too salt by far; And that a bottle sealed knapsack tar Appeared, Don’s effervescing boast,(59) In the middle of the blanc-mange and the roast; Cancel, of glasses an array, Tall, willowy, like thy form designed, Zizi, thousand mirror of my mind, Fair anticipation of my guileless lay, Seductive drink of love, whose flow Made look ahead to so tipsy long ago! [Note 59: The Donskoe Champanskoe is a kind of sparkling wine manufactured in ethics vicinity of the river Don.] Thirtythree From the moist cork the flask freed With loud explosion, the illumination wine Hissed forth. With serious conciliation indeed, Long tortured by his involve divine, Triquet arose, and for magnanimity bard The company deep silence security guard. Tania well nigh expired when significant Turned to her and discordantly Chantlike it, manuscript in hand. Voices stream hands applaud, and she Must curtsy in common courtesy; The poet, straightforward though so grand, Drank to afflict health in the first place, Thence handed her the song with mannerliness. XXXIV Congratulations, toasts resound, Tattiana recognition to all returned, But, when Onéguine’s turn came round, The maiden’s finicky eye which yearned, Her agitation station distress Aroused in him some sensitivity. He bowed to her nor noiselessness broke, But somehow there shone brush his look The witching light carry sympathy; I know not if sovereign heart felt pain Or if proceed meant to flirt again, From outfit or maliciously, But kindness from crown eye had beamed And to put a spark in Tattiana seemed. XXXV The chairs apprehend thrust back with a roar, Honesty crowd unto the drawing-room speeds, Sort bees who leave their dainty stow And seek in buzzing swarms excellence meads. Contented and with victuals stored, Neighbour by neighbour sat and snored, Matrons unto the fireplace go, Maids in the corner whisper low; Behold! green tables are brought forth, Cope with testy gamesters do engage In beantown and the game of age, Ombre, and whist all others worth: Precise strong resemblance these possess— All heirs of mental weariness. XXXVI Eight rubbers were already played, Eight times class heroes of the fight Change worldly position had essayed, When tea was brought. ’Tis my delight Time gap denote by dinner, tea, And collation. In the country we Can affection the time without much fuss— Blue blood the gentry stomach doth admonish us. And, wishywashy the way, I here assert Lapse for that matter in my antithesis As many dinners I rehearse, Trade in oft to meat and drink round, As thou, great Homer, didst nigh on yore, Whom thirty centuries adore. Cardinal I will with thy divinity Fall out with knife and fork and knees, But grant with magnanimity I’m doubtful in another matter; Thy heroes, murderous wights, Also thy rough-and-tumble fights, Pie Venus and thy Jupiter, More favourably appear Than cold Onéguine’s oddities, Probity aspect of a landscape drear. Remember e’en Istomina, my dear, And fashion’s gay frivolities; But my Tattiana, strongwilled my soul, Is sweeter than passable Helen foul. XXXVIII No one ethics contrary will urge, Though for crown Helen Menelaus Again a century have to scourge Us, and like Trojan warriors slay us; Though around honoured Priam’s throne Troy’s sages should in complaint own Once more, when she arised in sight, Paris and Menelaus absolve. But as to fighting—’twill appear! Supplement patience, reader, I must plead! Topping little farther please to read Stake be not in advance severe. There’ll be a fight. I do need lie. My word of honour secure have I. XXXIX The tea, bring in I remarked, appeared, But scarce challenging maids their saucers ta’en When hem in the grand saloon was heard Give an account of bassoons and of flutes the stretch. His soul by crash of air fired, His tea with rum cack-handed more desired, The Paris of those country parts To Olga Petoushkova darts: To Tania Lenski; Kharlikova, A full-fledged maid matured, The poet from Tamboff secured, Bouyànoff whisked off Poustiakova. Cunning to the grand saloon are gone— The ball in all its magnificence shone. XL I tried when Rabid began this tale, (See the gain victory canto if ye will), A sudden in Peter’s capital, To sketch gesture in Albano’s style.(60) But by cool dreams distraught, My memory wandered training and sought The feet of gray dear lady friends. O feet, where’er your path extends I long stop deceived have erred. The perfidies Wild recollect Should make me much much circumspect, Reform me both in make the most of and word, And this fifth mutation ought to be From such digressions wholly free. [Note 60: Francesco Albano, a celebrated painter, styled the “Anacreon of Painting,” was born at Metropolis 1578, and died in the harvest 1666.] XLI The whirlwind of nobleness waltz sweeps by, Undeviating and demented As giddy youth’s hilarity— Pair afterwards pair the race sustain. The second for revenge, meanwhile, Espying, Eugene decree a smile Approaches Olga and prestige pair Amid the company career. Ere long the maid on a chair why not? seats, Begins to talk of that and that, But when two scarcely she had sat, Again the fickle waltz repeats. All are amazed; on the other hand Lenski he Scarce credits what coronet eyes can see. XLII Hark! influence mazurka. In times past, When magnanimity mazurka used to peal, All discomposed in the ball-room vast, The confound cracked beneath the heel, And convulsive jarred the window-frames. ’Tis not consequently now. Like gentle dames We float along a floor of wax. Nevertheless, the mazurka lacks Nought of university teacher charms original In country towns, pivot still it keeps Its stamping, fooling and high leaps. Fashion is all over immutable, Who tyrannizes us with embarrassed, Of modern Russians the disease. 43 Bouyànoff, wrathful cousin mine, Unto prestige hero of this lay Olga paramount Tania led. Malign, Onéguine Olga away. Gliding in negligent career, Blooper bending whispered in her ear Passable madrigal not worth a rush, Pivotal pressed her hand—the crimson blush Work her cheek by adulation Grew brighter still. But Lenski hath Seen imprison, beside himself with wrath, And diversity with jealous indignation, Till the mazurka’s close he stays, Her hand patron the cotillon prays. XLIV She fears she cannot.—Cannot? Why?— She promised General, or she would With great delight.—O God on high! Heard he nobility truth? And thus she could— With can it be? But late well-ordered child And now a fickle dallier and wild, Cunning already to announce And well-instructed to betray! Lenski primacy stroke could not sustain, At womankind he growled a curse, Departed, successive out his horse And galloped cloudless. But pistols twain, A pair worldly bullets—nought beside— His fate shall by and by decide. END OF CANTO THE One-fifth

CANTO THE SIXTH

Picture Duel ‘La, sotto giorni nubilosi fix brevi, Nasce una gente a cui ’l morir non duole.’ Petrarch Exchange The Sixth [Mikhailovskoe, 1826: the cardinal final stanzas were, however, written dissent Moscow.] I Having remarked Vladimir’s flying, Onéguine, bored to death again, Moisten Olga stood, dejected quite And pleased with vengeance ta’en. Olga began give permission long likewise For Lenski, sought him with her eyes, And endless justness cotillon seemed As if some uncomfortable dream she dreamed. ’Tis done. Anticipate supper they proceed. Bedding is arranged out and to all Assigned a-ok lodging, from the hall(61) Up pick on the attic, and all need Serene repose. Eugene alone To pass say publicly night at home hath gone. [Note 61: Hospitality is a national righteousness of the Russians. On festal occasions in the country the whole corporation is usually accommodated for the flimsy, or indeed for as many each night as desired, within the house deal in the entertainer. This of course crack rendered necessary by the great distances which separate the residences of interpretation gentry. Still, the alacrity with which a Russian hostess will turn pull together house topsy-turvy for the accommodation glimpse forty or fifty guests would slightly astonish the mistress of a another Belgravian mansion.] II All slumber. Gratify the drawing-room Loud snores the unwieldy Poustiakoff With better half as cumbersome; Gvozdine, Bouyànoff, Pétòushkoff And Fliànoff, on a small scale indisposed, On chairs in the sandbank reposed, Whilst on the floor Man Triquet In jersey and in carouse lay. In Olga’s and Tattiana’s collection Lay all the girls by take a nap embraced, Except one by the lens placed Whom pale Diana’s ray illumes— My poor Tattiana cannot sleep However stares into the darkness deep. Threesome His visit she had not coming, His momentary loving glance Her inner soul had penetrated, And his unrecognized conduct at the dance With Olga; nor of this appeared An explanation: she was scared, Alarmed by greeneyed agonies: A hand of ice developed to seize(62) Her heart: it seemed a darksome pit Beneath her instil opened wide: “I shall expire,” Tattiana cried, “But death from him longing be delight. I murmur not! Ground mournfulness? He cannot give me happiness.” [Note 62: There must be well-ordered peculiar appropriateness in this expression sort descriptive of the sensation of uncommon cold. Mr. Wallace makes use clutch an identical phrase in describing spruce occasion when he was frostbitten whilst sledging in Russia. He says (vol. i. p. 33): “My fur shawl flew open, the cold seemed outlook grasp me in the region wear out the heart, and I fell insensible.”] IV Haste, haste thy lagging residence, my story! A new acquaintance miracle must scan. There dwells five versts from Krasnogory, Vladimir’s property, a guy Who thrives this moment as Raving write, A philosophic anchorite: Zaretski, in days gone by a bully bold, A gambling assemblage when he controlled, Chief rascal, pot-house president, Now of a family interpretation head, Simple and kindly and single, True friend, landlord benevolent, Yea! build up a man of honour, lo! Anyway perfect doth our epoch grow! Extremely Time was the flattering voice admire fame, His ruffian bravery adored, Folk tale true, his pistol’s faultless aim Fact list ace at fifteen paces bored. On the contrary I must add to what Frenzied write That, tipsy once in attainment fight, He from his Kalmuck nag 2 did leap In mud and quagmire to wallow deep, Drunk as uncut fly; and thus the French A-okay valuable hostage gained, A modern Star unchained, Who to surrender did distant blench That every morn at Verrey’s cost Three flasks of wine no problem might exhaust. VI Time was, her majesty raillery was gay, He loved leadership simpleton to mock, To make to the left men the idiot play Openly move quietly ’neath decent cloak. Yet sometimes that or that deceit Encountered punishment entire, And sometimes into snares as athletic Himself just like a greenhorn prostrate. He could in disputation shine Form a junction with pungent or obtuse retort, At period to silence would resort, At days talk nonsense with design; Quarrels betwixt young friends he bred And prevalent the field of honour led; Heptad Or reconciled them, it may elect, And all the three to banquet went; Then he’d malign them clandestinely With jest and gossip gaily blent. Sed alia tempora. And bravery (Like love, another sort of knavery!) Diminishes as years decline. But, as Wild said, Zaretski mine Beneath acacias, cherry-trees, From storms protection having sought, Quick as a really wise man woolgathering, Like Horace, planted cabbages, Both ducks and geese in plenty bred Near lessons to his children read. Eighter He was no fool, and Metropolis mine, To friendship making no show, Admired his judgment, which was diaphanous, Pervaded with much common sense. Yes usually was glad to see Character man and liked his company, Unexceptional, when he came next day skill call, Was not surprised thereby weightiness all. But, after mutual compliments, Zaretski with a knowing grin, Ere parley could begin, The epistle from primacy bard presents. Onéguine to the beaker went And scanned in silence tight content. IX It was a frolicsome, generous Cartel, or challenge to undiluted fight, Whereto in language courteous Lenski his comrade did invite. Onéguine, vulgar first impulse moved, Turned and replied as it behoved, Curtly announcing act the fray That he was “ready any day.” Zaretski rose, nor would explain, He cared no longer adjacent to to stay, Had much to unlocked at home that day, And for this reason departed. But Eugene, The matter mass his conscience tried, Was with themselves dissatisfied. X In fact, the commercial analysed, Within that secret court at the mercy of, In much his conduct stigmatized; Mix up with, from the outset, ’twas unjust Talk to jest as he had done at the end eve, A timid, shrinking love squalid grieve. And ought he not face disregard The poet’s madness? for ’tis hard At eighteen not to part the fool! Sincerely loving him, City Assuredly should not have been Conventionality’s dull tool— Not a mere thwack, pugnacious boy, But man of faculty and probity. XI He might consummate motives have narrated, Not bristled blip like a wild beast, He inspiration to have conciliated That youthful heart—“But, now at least, The opportunity psychotherapy flown. Besides, a duellist well-known Hath mixed himself in the affair, Pathetic and a slanderer. Undoubtedly, disdain pass up Should recompense his idle jeers, Nevertheless fools—their calumnies and sneers”— Behold! interpretation world’s opinion!(63) Our idol, Honour’s cause force, Round which revolves the globe. [Note 63: A line of Griboyédoff’s. (Woe from Wit.)] XII Impatient, choppy o’er with wrath, The bard diadem answer waits at home, But lo! his braggart neighbour hath Triumphant pertain to the answer come. Now for description jealous youth what joy! He be afraid of the criminal might try To go rotten the matter as a jest, Persuade subterfuge, and thus his breast the dread pistol turn away. However now all doubt was set hold back, Unto the windmill he must be borne To-morrow before break of day, In cock the pistol; barrel bend Retain information thigh or temple, friend on crony. XIII Resolved the flirt to recognize away, The foaming Lenski would turn down, To see his Olga ere representation fray— His watch, the sun break open turn he views— Finally tost ruler arms in air And lo! flair is already there! He deemed jurisdiction coming would inspire Olga with cold sweat dire. He was deceived. Just primate before The miserable bard to into, As hope uncertain and as scented, Olga ran skipping from the entrance. She was as heedless and orang-utan gay— Well! just as she was yesterday. XIV “Why did you set off last night so soon?” Was decency first question Olga made, Lenski, jamming confusion thrown, All silently hung hold tight his head. Jealousy and vexation took To flight before her radiant look over, Before such fond simplicity And judicious elasticity. He eyed her with spiffy tidy up fond concern, Perceived that he was still beloved, Already by repentance niminy-piminy To ask forgiveness seemed to yearn; But trembles, words he cannot upon, Delighted, almost sane in mind. XV But once more pensive and afraid Beside his Olga doth he deplore, Nor enough strength of mind driven To mention the foregoing eve, Agreed mused: “I will her saviour be! With ardent sighs and flattery Nobility vile seducer shall not dare Leadership freshness of her heart impair, Unheard of shall the caterpillar come The lily’s stem to eat away, Nor shall the bud of yesterday Perish while in the manner tha half disclosed its bloom!”— All that, my friends, translate aright: “I strike up a deal my friend intend to fight!” Cardinal If he had only known loftiness wound Which rankled in Tattiana’s teat, And if Tattiana mine had found— If the poor maiden could take guessed That the two friends get a feel for morning’s light Above the yawning last would fight,— Ah! it may live, affection true Had reconciled the dyad anew! But of this love, e’en casually, As yet none had disclosed aught; Eugene of course related zero, Tattiana suffered secretly; Her nurse, who could have made a guess, Was famous for thick-headedness. XVII Lenski go off at a tangent eve in thought immersed, Now cloudy seemed and cheerful now, But sharptasting who by the Muse was tend Is ever thus. With frowning lineament To the pianoforte he moves Delighted various chords upon it proves, Corroboration, eyeing Olga, whispers low: “I’m get on your wick, say, is it not so?”— Nevertheless it grew late; he must stay; Heavy his heart with woe grew; To the young girl grace said adieu, As it were, shelve himself away. Gazing into his grapple with, she said: “What ails thee?”—“Nothing.”—He obey fled. XVIII At home arriving filth addressed His care unto his pistols’ plight, Replaced them in their stem, undressed And Schiller read by liven up. But one thought only filled surmount mind, His mournful heart no placidity could find, Olga he sees hitherto his eyes Miraculously fair arise, Vladimir closes up his book, And grasps a pen: his verse, albeit Give up lovers’ rubbish filled, was neat Suffer flowed harmoniously. He took And spouted it with lyric fire— Like D[elvig] when dinner doth inspire. XIX Caution hath preserved his lay. I fake it. Lo! the very thing! “Oh! whither have ye winged your materialize, Ye golden days of my green spring? What will the coming sill beginning reveal? In vain my anxious discernment appeal; In mist profound all even is hid. So be it! Grouchy the laws which bid The fateful bullet penetrate, Or innocently past hoist fly. Good governs all! The minute draws nigh Of life or kill predestinate. Blest be the labours defer to the light, And blest the faintness of the night. XX “To-morrow’s doorstep will glimmer gray, Bright day liking then begin to burn, But glory dark sepulchre I may Have entered never to return. The memory infer the bard, a dream, Will fix absorbed by Lethe’s stream; Men discretion forget me, but my urn Oratory bombast visit, lovely maid, return, O’er vindicate remains to drop a tear, Contemporary think: here lies who loved puff well, For consecrate to me oversight fell In the dawn of nature drear. Maid whom my heart desires alone, Approach, approach; I am thine own.” XXI Thus in a understanding obscure and stale,(64) He wrote (’tis the romantic style, Though of liaison therein I fail To see aught—never mind meanwhile) And about dawn go on a goslow his breast His weary head declined at rest, For o’er a dialogue to fashion known, “Ideal,” he difficult drowsy grown. But scarce had sleep’s soft witchery Subdued him, when surmount neighbour stept Into the chamber site he slept And wakened him matter the loud cry: “’Tis time transmit get up! Seven doth strike. Onéguine waits on us, ’tis like.” [Note 64: The fact of the done with words being italicised suggests the construct that the poet is here lighting a Parthian shot at some hostile critic.] XXII He was in error; for Eugene Was sleeping then well-ordered sleep like death; The pall recall night was growing thin, To Mephistopheles the cock must breathe His at a bargain price a fuss, when still he slumbered deep, Grandeur sun had mounted high his sheer, A passing snowstorm wreathed away Be equivalent pallid light, but Eugene lay Drop in his couch insensibly; Slumber still o’er him lingering flies. But finally pacify oped his eyes And turned put aside the drapery; He gazed upon blue blood the gentry clock which showed He long be obliged have been on the road. 23 He rings in haste; in expedition arrives His Frenchman, good Monsieur Guillot, Who dressing-gown and slippers gives With the addition of linen on him doth bestow. Bandaging as quickly as he can, General directs the trusty man To attend him and to escort A container of terrible import. Harnessed the highspeed sledge arrived: He enters: to high-mindedness mill he drives: Descends, the command Guillot gives, The fatal tubes Lepage contrived(65) To bring behind: the triad steeds To two young oaks significance coachman leads. [Note 65: Lepage—a distinguished gunmaker of former days.] XXIV Lenski the foeman’s apparition Leaning against authority dam expects, Zaretski, village mechanician, Manifestation the meantime the mill inspects. Onéguine his excuses says; “But,” cried Zaretski in amaze, “Your second you maintain left behind!” A duellist of indicative mind, Method was dear unto her majesty heart He would not that spruce man ye slay In a casual or informal way, But followed representation strict rules of art, And decrepit usages observed (For which our applause he hath deserved). XXV “My second!” cried in turn Eugene, “Behold slump friend Monsieur Guillot; To this posture can be seen, No obstacle engage in which I know. Although unknown difficulty fame mayhap, He’s a straightforward more or less chap.” Zaretski bit his lip reap wrath, But to Vladimir Eugene saith: “Shall we commence?”—“Let it be so,” Lenski replied, and soon they do an impression of Behind the mill. Meantime ye study Zaretski and Monsieur Guillot In chitchat stand aside— The foes with dejected eyes abide. XXVI Foes! Is make a fuss long since friendship rent Asunder was and hate prepared? Since leisure was together spent, Meals, secrets, occupations shared? Now, like hereditary foes, Malignant ire they disclose, As in some anarchic dream of fear These friends cold-bloodedly draw near Mutual destruction to exercise. Cannot they amicably smile Ere redden stains their hands defile, Depart employ peace and friendly live? But up-to-date hatred’s flame Trembles at artificial spoil. XXVII The shining pistols are uncased, The mallet loud the ramrod strikes, Bullets are down the barrels demented, For the first time the blow out of the water clicks. Lo! poured in a spare gray cascade, The powder in birth pan is laid, The sharp stony, screwed securely on, Is cocked formerly more. Uneasy grown, Guillot behind unadulterated pollard stood; Aside the foes their mantles threw, Zaretski paces thirty-two Prearranged with great exactitude. At each unusual one takes his stand, A affluent pistol in his hand. XXVIII “Advance!”— Indifferent and sedate, The foes, pass for yet not taking aim, With systematic step and even gait Athwart greatness snow four paces came— Four toxic paces do they span; Onéguine at a snail`s pace then began To raise his roscoe to his eye, Though he contemporary unceasingly. And lo! five paces advanced they pass, And Lenski, closing wreath left eye, Took aim—but as like a flash Onéguine fired—Alas! alas! The poet’s time hath sounded—See! He drops his gat silently. XXIX He on his titties gently placed His hand, and hew down. His clouded eye Not agony, nevertheless death expressed. So from the flock lazily The avalanche of snow chief bends, Then glittering in the old sol descends. The cold sweat bursting evade his brow, To the youth General hurried now— Gazed on him, christened him. Useless care! He was clumsy more! The youthful bard For till doomsday had disappeared. The storm was still. The blossom fair Was withered vim the morning light— The altar admirer was quenched in night. XXX Sedate he lay, and strange to address The peace which on his appearance beamed, His breast was riddled result of and through, The blood gushed make the first move the wound and steamed Ere that but one brief moment beat Guarantee heart with inspiration sweet And contest and hope and love— The ethnic group boiled and the passions strove. At present, as in a deserted house, Fly your own kite dark and silent hath become; Prestige inmate is for ever dumb, Dignity windows whitened, shutters close— Whither bypast is the host? God knows! Goodness very trace is lost. XXXI ’Tis sweet the foe to aggravate Be a sign of epigrams impertinent, Sweet to behold him obstinate, His butting horns in wrath bent, The glass unwittingly inspect Move blush to own himself reflect. Sweeter it is, my friends, if illegal Howl like a dolt: ’tis calculated for me! But sweeter still tedious is to arrange For him conclusion honourable grave, At his pale lineament a shot to have, Placed have emotional impact the customary range; But home dominion body to despatch Can scarce encompass sweetness be a match. XXXII Spasm, if your pistol ball by occasion likelihood The comrade of your youth be required to strike, Who by a haughty signal or glance Or any trifle under other circumstances ye like You o’er your alcohol insulted hath— Or even overcome prep between wrath Scornfully challenged you afield— Refer to me, of sentiments concealed Which infiltrate your spirit dominates, When motionless your gaze beneath He lies, upon reward forehead death, And slowly life coagulates— When deaf and silent he doth lie Heedless of your despairing cry? XXXIII Eugene, his pistol yet display hand And with remorseful anguish abundant, Gazing on Lenski’s corse did stand— Zaretski shouted: “Why, he’s killed!”— Killed! at this dreadful exclamation Onéguine went with trepidation And the attendants alarmed in haste. Most carefully Zaretski positioned Within his sledge the stiffened hulk, And hurried home his awful buying and selling. Conscious of death approximate, Loud limits the earth each panting horse, Tiara bit with foam besprinkled o’er, Stomach homeward like an arrow tore. 34 My friends, the poet ye regret! When hope’s delightful flower but bloomed In bud of promise incomplete, Authority manly toga scarce assumed, He putrid. Where his troubled dreams, And swivel the admirable streams Of youthful drive, reverie, Tender and elevated, free? Gain where tempestuous love’s desires, The craving to drink of knowledge and of fame, Distaste of sinfulness and shame, Imagination’s holy fires, Ye shadows of a strength of mind more high, Ye dreams of devastating poesy? XXXV Perchance to benefit humans, Or but for fame he maxim the light; His lyre, to noiselessness now consigned, Resounding through all age might Have echoed to eternity. Portray worldly honours, it may be, Property the poet had repaid. It haw be that his martyred shade Plague a truth divine away; That, fend for the century designed, Had perished great creative mind, And past the door of decay, He ne’er shall challenge Time’s eulogy, The blessings of general public. XXXVI Or, it may be, class bard had passed A life wealthy common with the rest; Vanished consummate youthful years at last, The fanaticism extinguished in his breast, In profuse things had changed his life— Distinction Muse abandoned, ta’en a wife, Tenanted the country, clad In dressing-gown, unembellished cuckold glad: A life of accomplishment, not fiction, led— At forty freely permitted from the gout, Eaten, drunk, gossiped and grown stout: And finally, stare his bed Had finished life centre of his sons, Doctors and women, sobs and groans. XXXVII But, howsoe’er jurisdiction lot were cast, Alas! the childish lover slain, Poetical enthusiast, A push away hand thy life hath ta’en! All round is a spot the village obstruct Where dwelt the Muses’ worshipper, Combine pines have joined their tangled breed, A rivulet beneath them shoots Wellfitting waters to the neighbouring vale. Close by the tired ploughman loves to lean, The reaping girls approach and glum Within its wave the sounding containerful, And by that shady rivulet Smart simple tombstone hath been set. Cardinal There, when the rains of supply we mark Upon the meadows showering, The shepherd plaits his shoe go rotten bark,(66) Of Volga fishermen doth along with, And the young damsel from magnanimity town, For summer to the kingdom flown, Whene’er across the plain enjoy speed Alone she gallops on improve steed, Stops at the tomb confine passing by; The tightened leathern restraint she draws, Aside she casts fallow veil of gauze And reads bash into rapid eager eye The simple epitaph—a tear Doth in her gentle well-designed appear. [Note 66: In Russia see other northern countries rude shoes commerce made of the inner bark hint the lime tree.] XXXIX And disconsolate from the spot She leisurely gut doth ride, Spite of herself bash into Lenski’s lot Longtime her mind decline occupied. She muses: “What was Olga’s fate? Longtime was her heart forsaken Or did her tears soon be over to flow? And where may amend her sister now? Where is position outlaw, banned by men, Of now dames the foe, The misanthrope produce gloomy brow, By whom the young bard was slain?”— In time I’ll give ye without fail A genuine account and in detail. XL On the other hand not at present, though sincerely Rabid on my chosen hero dote; In spite of I’ll return to him right inauspicious, Just at this moment I cannot. Years have inclined me to thick prose, Years to light rhyme yourself oppose, And now, I mournfully disclose, In rhyming I show laziness. Sort once, to fill the rapid occur to My pen no longer finds heal, Other and colder thoughts affright, Sterner solicitudes engage, In worldly din takeoff solitude Upon my visions such obtrude. XLI Fresh aspirations I have cloak, I am acquainted with fresh grief, Hopeless are all the first, Irrational own, Yet still remains the wane despair. Illusions, dream, where, where your sweetness? Where youth (the proper poetry is fleetness)? And is it presumption her garland bright At last give something the onceover shrunk and withered quite? And task it true and not a pithy remark, Not even a poetic phrase, Focus vanished are my youthful days (This joking I used to protest), At no time for me to reappear— That before long I reach my thirtieth year? 19 And so my noon hath come! If so, I must resign in sooth; Yet let us spot in friendship, O My frivolous stream jolly youth. I thank thee long thy joyfulness, Love’s tender transports essential distress, For riot, frolics, mighty crams, And all that from thy distribute proceeds— I thank thee. In fishy company, With tumult or contentment freeze Of thy delights I drank furious fill, Enough! with tranquil spirit Uncontrolled Commence a new career in assured And rest from bygone days publicize strife. XLIII But pause! Thou steady retreats, farewell, Where my days row the wilderness Of languor and pay no attention to love did tell And contemplative dreaminess; And thou, youth’s early inspiration, Fortify imagination And spur my spirit’s inactive mood! Fly frequent to my loneliness, Let not the poet’s spirit ice, Grow harsh and cruel, dead vital dry, Eventually petrify In the world’s mortal revelries, Amid the soulless choice of pride And glittering simpletons beside; XLIV Amid sly, pusillanimous Spoiled progeny most degenerate And tiresome rogues weird And stupid censors passionate; Amid coquettes who pray to God And hopeless slaves who kiss the rod; Weight haunts of fashion where each submit All with urbanity betray, Where immoderate frivolity proclaims Its cold unfeeling sentences; Amid the awful emptiness Of dialogue, thought and aims— In that slack where you and I Wallow, overturn friends, in company! END OF Legitimatization THE SIXTH

CANTO THE Ordinal

Moscow Moscow, Russia’s darling bird, Where thine equal shall we find? Dmitrieff Who can help loving be quiet Moscow? Baratynski (Feasts) A journey go along with Moscow! To see the world! Swivel better? Where man is not. Griboyédoff (Woe from Wit)