Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin

XXI

To Olga since the adolescence,

When he hadn’t learned love tortures, yet,

He used to be a witness pleasant

Of her young plays, and moved by that

In leafy forest’s saving shades

He shared with her the youthful plays.

For neighbors, friends and both their dads

They were for marriage candidates.

Being naГЇvely nice like fairy,

In wilderness, in charming calm,

And by the view of dad and mum

She bloomed like lily of the valley,

Which was not touched in grass’s wilds

Neither by bees nor butterflies.

XXII

She was that one who had inspired

The poet’s raptures first delight,

And animated in his mind

The virgin moan of dreaming pipe.

Farewell to you, the golden plays!

He fell in love with forests’ shades,

Seclusion, loneliness and quiet,

The Stars, and Moon, and Magic Night.

The Moon – night sky illumination,

Which called us to the night time strolls

In dark among the forest’s walls,

Provoked the tears, brought consolation…

But now, when looking at its face,

We think, you’re nice, since lamp replace.

XXIII

Всегда скромна, всегда послушна,

Всегда как утро весела,

Как жизнь поэта простодушна,

Как поцелуй любви мила,

Глаза как небо голубые;

Улыбка, локоны льняные,

Движенья, голос, легкий стан,

Всё в Ольге… но любой роман

Возьмите и найдете верно

Ее портрет: он очень мил,

Я прежде сам его любил,

Но надоел он мне безмерно.

Позвольте мне, читатель мой,

Заняться старшею сестрой.

XXIV

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