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Not thinking proud light fun
I loved the attention to friendship,
I'd like to introduce you
Pawn worthy of you,
Worthy soul beautiful,
Holy dream come true,
Poetry lively and clear,
High thoughts and simplicity;
But so be it - hand biased
Take a motley collection of chapters,
Polusmeshnyh, A half,
Folksy, ideal,
Careless fruit of my fun,
Insomnia, light inspirations,
Unripe and withered years
The mind's cold observations
And the hearts of bitter noticed.
CHAPTER FIRST

And live in a hurry, and feel in a hurry.
Kn. Vyazemsky.

I.

"My uncle most fair rules,
When not in jest was sick,
He got to respect yourself
And better could not invent.
His example to other science;
But, my God, what a bore
With the patient sitting and day and night,
Without leaving a step away!
What low cunning
Half dead to amuse,
Him to correct pillow,
Sadly bring medicine
Sigh and think to yourself:
When the devil take you! "
II.

So thought the young rake,
Flying in the dust on the post,
The supreme will of Zeus
Heir to all his family.
Friends of Lyudmila and Ruslan!
With the hero of my novel
Without preamble, this very hour
Let me introduce you:
Onegin, my good friend,
He was born on the banks of the Neva,
Where maybe you were born
Or shine, my reader;
There's no time and I walked:
But it is harmful to the north menya1.
III

It serves as a great noble,
Long lived by his father,
He gave three balls annually
And I went.
The fate of Eugene kept:
First Madame went after him,
Then it was replaced by Monsieur.
The child has been cuts, but nice.
Monsieur l'Abbé, French lame,
So as not exhausted child,
I taught him everything a joke,
I do not bother morals strict,
Gently scolded for pranks
And in the summer garden walk led.
IV.

When the rebellious youth
Eugene's time has come,
It is time of hope and sadness gentle,
Monsieur drove out of the yard.
Here is my Onegin at large;
His haircut is the latest fashion,
As dandy2 London dressed -
Finally I saw the light.
He is completely in French
I could speak and write;
Easily mazurka danced
And he bowed at ease;
Why are you more? Light decided
That he is intelligent and very sweet.
V.

We all learned a little
Anything and somehow,
So education, thank God,
We wonder to shine.
Onegin was considered by many
(Judges determined and stringent)
Scientific fellow, but a pedant:
He had a happy talent
Without compulsion in conversation
Touch up just slightly,
On a scientist connoisseur
Remain silent in an important dispute
And excites the ladies smile
Fire unexpected epigrams.
VI

Latin out of fashion now:
So, if you tell the truth,
He knew quite Latin,
To disassemble the epigraphs,
Talk about Juvenal,
At the end of the letter put the vale,
Yes remembered, though not without sin,
Of the Aeneid two verses.
He had to dig hunting
In chronological dust
Chronicles the earth:
But stories of days gone by
From Romulus to the present day
He kept in his memory.
VII

High passion without
To the sounds of life to spare,
He could not iambic from trochaic
As we fought or distinguish.
Scolded Homer, Theocritus;
But I read Adam Smith
And there was a deep economy,
It is able to judge that,
As the state gets richer,
And the living, and why
Do not need gold to him,
When the product is simple.
Father could not understand it
And the earth pledge.
VIII.

All that had known Eugene,
Retell me no time;
But what is true he was a genius,
I knew it all the harder sciences,
What it was for him izmlada
And labor, and pain and joy,
Which took all day
His yearning laziness -
Was the science of tender passion,
Which sang Naso,
What sufferer he had finished
His life brilliant and rebellious
In Moldova, in the wilderness of the steppes,
Italy away his.
IX.

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X.

As wounds