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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter four

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2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three

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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter four

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Часть текста: choses. Necker VII   The less we love a woman   the easier 'tis to be liked by her,   and thus more surely we undo her   4  among bewitching toils.   Time was when cool debauch   was lauded as the art of love,   trumpeting everywhere about itself,   8  taking its pleasure without loving.   But that grand game   is worthy of old sapajous   of our forefathers' vaunted times; 12  the fame of Lovelaces has faded   with the fame of red heels   and of majestic periwigs. VIII   Who does not find it tedious to dissemble;   diversely to repeat the same;   try gravely to convince one   4  of what all have been long convinced;   to hear the same objections,   annihilate the prejudices   which never had and hasn't   8  a little girl of thirteen years!   Who will not grow weary of threats,   entreaties, vows, feigned fear,   notes running to six pages, 12  betrayals, gossiping, rings, tears,   surveillances of aunts, of mothers,   and the onerous friendship of husbands! IX   Exactly thus my Eugene thought.   In his first youth   he had been victim of tempestuous errings   4  and of unbridled passions.   Spoiled by a habitude of life,   with one thing for a while   enchanted, disenchanted with another,   8  irked slowly by...

2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three

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Часть текста: — that is bad, my friend.”   “Your fashionable world I hate;   4  dearer to me is the domestic circle   in which I can…” “Again an eclogue!   Ah, that will do, old boy, for goodness' sake.   Well, so you're off; I'm very sorry.   8  Oh, Lenski, listen — is there any way   for me to see this Phyllis,   subject of thoughts, and pen,   and tears, and rhymes, et cetera? 12  Present me.” “You are joking.” “No.”   “I'd gladly.” “When?” “Now, if you like.   They will be eager to receive us.” III   “Let's go.” And off the two friends drove;   they have arrived; on them are lavished   the sometimes onerous attentions   4  of hospitable ancientry.   The ritual of the treat is known:   in little dishes jams are brought,   on an oilcloth'd small table there is set   8  a jug of lingonberry water.   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...