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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter eight
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2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three
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3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter one
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4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter seven
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5. Перевод Набоковым Евгения Онегина на английский язык. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin
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6. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter two
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7. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Fragments of Onegin's journey
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8. Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov (English. Братья Карамазовы). Part I. Book III. The Sensualists. Chapter 3. The Confession of a Passionate Heart -- in Verse
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9. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter six
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10. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five
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11. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter four
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12. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Notes to Eugene Onegin
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1. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter eight
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Часть текста: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   8  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . III   And I, setting myself for law   only the arbitrary will of passions,   sharing emotions with the crowd,   4  I led my frisky Muse into the hubbub   of feasts and turbulent discussions —   the terror of midnight patrols;   and to them, in mad feasts,   8  she brought her gifts,   and like a little bacchante frisked,   over the bowl sang for the guests;   and the young people of past days 12  would turbulently dangle after her;   and I was proud 'mong friends   of my volatile mistress. IV   But I dropped out of their alliance —   and fled afar... she followed me.   How often the caressive Muse...
2. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter three
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Часть текста: solicitude for guests,   jam, never-ending talk   of rain, of flax, of cattle yard.” II   “So far I do not see what's bad about it.”   “Ah, but the boredom — 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.   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IV   They by the shortest road   fly home at full career. 17   Now let us eavesdrop furtively   4  upon our heroes' conversation.   “Well now, Onegin, you are yawning.”   “A habit, Lenski.” “But somehow   you are more bored than ever.” “No, the same.   8  I say, it's...
3. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter one
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Часть текста: actions, suite d'un sentiment de supériorité, peut-être imaginaire. Tiré d'une lettre particulière   Not thinking to amuse the haughty world,   having grown fond of friendship's heed,   I wish I could present you with a gage   4  that would be worthier of you —   be worthier of a fine soul   full of a holy dream,   of live and limpid poetry,   8  of high thoughts and simplicity.   But so be it. With partial hand   take this collection of pied chapters:   half droll, half sad, 12  plain-folk, ideal,   the careless fruit of my amusements,   insomnias, light inspirations,   unripe and withered years, 16  the intellect's cold observations,   and the heart's sorrowful remarks. CHAPTER ONE To live it hurries and to feel it hastes. Prince Vyazemski I   “My uncle has most honest principles:   when he was taken gravely ill,   he forced one to respect him   4  and nothing better could invent.   To others his example is a lesson;   but, good God, what a bore to sit   by a sick person day and night, not stirring   8  a step away!   What base perfidiousness   to entertain one half-alive,   adjust for him his pillows, 12  sadly serve him his medicine,   sigh — and think inwardly   when will the devil take you?” II   Thus a young scapegrace thought   as with post horses in the dust he flew,   by the most lofty will of Zeus   4  the heir of all his kin.   Friends of Lyudmila and Ruslan!   The hero of my novel,   without preambles, forthwith,   8  I'd like to have you meet:   Onegin, a good pal of mine,   was born upon the Neva's banks,   where maybe you were born, 12  or used to shine, my reader!   There formerly I too promenaded —  ...
4. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter seven
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Часть текста: down the surrounding hills the snows already   have run in turbid streams   4  onto the inundated fields.   With a serene smile, nature   greets through her sleep the morning of the year.   Bluing, the heavens shine.   8  The yet transparent woods   as if with down are greening.   The bee flies from her waxen cell   after the tribute of the field. 12  The dales grow dry and varicolored.   The herds are noisy, and the nightingale   has sung already in the hush of nights. II   How sad your apparition is to me,   spring, spring, season of love!   What a dark stir there is   4  in my soul, in my blood!   With what oppressive tenderness   I revel in the whiff   of spring fanning my face   8  in the lap of the rural stillness!   Or is enjoyment strange to me,   and all that gladdens, animates,   all that exults and gleams, 12  casts spleen and languishment   upon a soul long dead   and all looks dark to it? III   Or gladdened not by the return   of leaves that perished in the autumn,   a bitter loss we recollect,   4  harking to the new murmur of the woods;   or with reanimated nature we   compare in troubled thought   the withering of our years,...
5. Перевод Набоковым Евгения Онегина на английский язык. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin
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Часть текста: Перевод Набоковым Евгения Онегина на английский язык. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin Chapter one Chapter two Chapter three Chapter four Chapter five Chapter six Chapter seven Chapter eight Notes to Eugene Onegin Fragments of Onegin's journey
6. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter two
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Часть текста: coverts spread   a huge neglected garden, the retreat   of pensive dryads. II   The venerable castle   was built as castles should be built:   excellent strong and comfortable   4  in the taste of sensible ancientry.   Tall chambers everywhere,   hangings of damask in the drawing room,   portraits of grandsires on the walls,   8  and stoves with varicolored tiles.   All this today is obsolete,   I really don't know why;   and anyway it was a matter 12  of very little moment to my friend,   since he yawned equally amidst   modish and olden halls. III   He settled in that chamber where the rural   old-timer had for forty years or so   squabbled with his housekeeper,   4  looked through the window, and squashed flies.   It all was plain: a floor of oak, two cupboards,   a table, a divan of down,   and not an ink speck anywhere. Onegin   8  opened the cupboards; found in one   a notebook of expenses and in the other   a whole array of fruit liqueurs,   pitchers of eau-de-pomme, 12  and the calendar for eighteen-eight:   having a lot to do, the old man never   looked into any other books. IV   Alone midst his possessions,   merely to while away the time,   at first conceived the ...
7. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Fragments of Onegin's journey
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Часть текста: of Eugene Onegin, and to sacrifice one of its closing stanzas [Eight: XLVIIIa]:    'Tis time: the pen for peace is asking   nine cantos I have written;   my boat upon the joyful shore   4  by the ninth billow is brought out.   Praise be to you, O nine Camenae, etc. “P[avel] A[leksandrovich] Katenin (whom a fine poetic talent does not prevent from being also a subtle critic) observed to us that this exclusion, though perhaps advantageous to readers, is, however, detrimental to the plan of the entire work since, through this, the transition from Tatiana the provincial miss to Tatiana the grande dame becomes too unexpected and unexplained: an observation revealing the experienced artist. The author himself felt the justice of this but decided to leave out the chapter for reasons important to him but not to the public. Some fragments [XVI–XIX, l–10] have been published [Jan. 1, 1830, Lit. Gaz. ] ; we insert them here, subjoining to them several other stanzas.” E. [sic] Onegin drives from Moscow to Nizhni Novgorod: [IX]   . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . . . . . . . . . . . . before him   Makariev bustlingly bestirs itself,   4  with its abundance seethes.   Here the Hindu brought pearls,   the European, spurious ...
8. Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov (English. Братья Карамазовы). Part I. Book III. The Sensualists. Chapter 3. The Confession of a Passionate Heart -- in Verse
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Часть текста: produce an effect. In the same way a tradesman in our town who was celebrating his name-day with a party of friends, getting angry at being refused more vodka, smashed up his own crockery and furniture and tore his own and his wife's clothes, and finally broke his windows, all for the sake of effect. Next day, of course, when he was sober, he regretted the broken cups and saucers. Alyosha knew that his father would let him go back to the monastery next day, possibly even that evening. Moreover, he was fully persuaded that his father might hurt anyone else, but would not hurt him. Alyosha was certain that no one in the whole world ever would want to hurt him, and, what is more, he knew that no one could hurt him. This was for him an axiom, assumed once for all without question, and he went his way without hesitation, relying on it. But at that moment an anxiety of sort disturbed him, and worried him the more because he could not formulate it. It was the fear of a woman, of Katerina Ivanovna, who had so urgently entreated him in the note handed to him by Madame Hohlakov to come and see her about something. This request and the necessity of going had at once aroused an uneasy feeling in his heart, and this feeling had grown more and more painful all the morning in spite of the scenes at the hermitage and at the Father Superior's. He was not uneasy because he did not know what she would speak of and what he must answer. And he was not afraid of her simply as a woman. Though he knew little of women, he spent his life, from early childhood till he entered the monastery, entirely with women. He was afraid of that woman, Katerina Ivanovna. He had been afraid of her from the first time he saw her. He had only seen her two or three times, and had only chanced to say a few words to her. He thought of her as a beautiful, proud, imperious girl. It was not her beauty which troubled him, but something else. And the vagueness of his apprehension increased the...
9. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter six
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Часть текста:   night lodgings — from the entrance hall 12  even to the maids' quarters. Restful sleep   by all is needed. My Onegin   alone has driven home to sleep. II   All has grown quiet. In the drawing room   the heavy Pustyakov   snores with his heavy better half.   4  Gvozdin, Buyanov, Petushkov,   and Flyanov (who is not quite well)   have bedded in the dining room on chairs,   with, on the floor, Monsieur Triquet   8  in underwaistcoat and old nightcap.   All the young ladies, in Tatiana's   and Olga's rooms, are wrapped in sleep.   Alone, sadly by Dian's beam 12  illumined at the window, poor Tatiana   is not asleep   and gazes out on the dark field. III   With his unlooked-for apparition,   the momentary softness of his eyes,   and odd conduct with Olga,   4  to the depth of her soul   she's penetrated. She is quite unable   to understand him. Jealous   anguish perturbs her,   8  as if a cold...
10. Eugene Onegin. A Novel in Verse by Aleksandr Pushkin. Chapter five
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Часть текста:   in a flat sledge inaugurates the track;   his naggy, having sensed the snow,   4  shambles at something like a trot.   Plowing up fluffy furrows,   a bold kibitka flies:   the driver sits upon his box   8  in sheepskin coat, red-sashed.   Here runs about a household lad,   upon a hand sled having seated “blackie,”   having transformed himself into the steed; 12  the scamp already has frozen a finger.   He finds it both painful and funny — while   his mother, from the window, threatens him... III   But, maybe, pictures of this kind   will not attract you;   all this is lowly nature;   4  there is not much refinement here.   Warmed by the god of inspiration,   another poet in luxurious language   for us has painted the first snow   8  and all the shades of winter's delectations. 27   He'll captivate you, I am sure of it,   when he depicts in flaming verses   secret promenades in sleigh; 12  but I have no intention of contending   either with him at present or with you,   singer of the young Finnish Maid! 28 IV   Tatiana (being Russian   at heart, herself not knowing why)   loved, in all its cold beauty,   4  a Russian winter:   rime in the sun upon a frosty day,   and sleighs, and, at late dawn,   the radiance of the rosy snows,   8  and gloam of Twelfthtide eves.   Those evenings in the ancient fashion   were celebrated in their house:   the servant girls from the whole...

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