my fashionable house and evenings,

what do I care for them?… At once I’d gladly

give all the frippery of this masquerade,

all this glitter, and noise, and fumes,

8 for a shelfful of books, for a wild garden,

for our poor dwelling,

for those haunts where for the first time,

Onegin, I saw you,

12 and for the humble churchyard where

there is a cross now and the shade

of branches over my poor nurse.

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“Yet happiness had been so possible,

so near!… But my fate is already

settled. Imprudently,

4 perhaps, I acted.

My mother with tears of conjurement

beseeched me. For poor Tanya

all lots were equal.

8 I married. You must,

I pray you, leave me;

I know: in your heart are

both pride and genuine honor.

12 I love you (why dissimulate?);

but to another I belong:

to him I shall be faithful all my life.”

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She has gone. Eugene stands

as if by thunder struck.

In what a tempest of sensations

4 his heart is now immersed!

But there resounds a sudden clink of spurs,

and there appears Tatiana’s husband,

and here my hero,

8 at an unfortunate minute for him,

reader, we now shall leave

for long… forever…. After him

sufficiently along one path

12 we’ve roamed the world. Let us congratulate

each other on attaining land. Hurrah!

It long (is it not true?) was time.

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Whoever, O my reader,

you be — friend, foe — I wish to part

with you at present as a pal.

4 Farewell. Whatever in these careless strophes

you might have looked for as you followed me —

tumultuous recollections,

relief from labors,

8 live images or witticisms,

or faults of grammar —

God grant that in this book, for recreation,

for dreaming, for the heart,

12 for jousts in journals,

you find at least a crumb.

Upon which, let us part, farewell!

L

You, too, farewell, my strange traveling companion,

and you, my true ideal,

and you, my live and constant,

4 though small, work. I have known with you

all that a poet covets:

obliviousness of life in the world’s tempests,

the sweet discourse of friends.

8 Rushed by have many, many days

since young Tatiana, and with her

Onegin, in a blurry dream

appeared to me for the first time —

12 and the far stretch of a free novel

I through a magic crystal

still did not make out clearly.

LI

But those to whom at amicable meetings

its first strophes I read —

“Some are no more, others are distant,”

4 as erstwhiles Sadi said.

Without them was Onegin’s picture finished.

And she from whom was fashioned

the dear ideal of “Tatiana”…

8 Ah, much, much has fate snatched away!

Blest who left life’s feast early,

not having to the bottom drained

the goblet full of wine;

12 who never read life’s novel to the end

and all at once could part with it

as I with my Onegin.

THE END

NOTES TO EUGENE ONEGIN

1. Written in Bessarabia. >>

2. Dandy [Eng.], a fop. >>

3. Hat à la Bolivar. >>

4. Well-known restaurateur. >>

5. A trait of chilled sentiment worthy of Childe Harold. The ballets of Mr. Didelot are full of liveliness of fancy and extraordinary charm. One of our romantic writers found in them much more poetry than in the whole of French literature. >>

6. “Tout le monde sut qu’il mettoit du blanc, et moi qui n’en croyois rien je commençai de le croire, non seulement par l’embellissement de son teint, et pour avoir trouvé des tasses de blanc sur sa toilette, mais sur ce qu’entrant un matin dans sa chambre, je le trouvai brossant ses ongles avec une petite vergette faite exprès, ouvrage qu’il continua fi+èrement devant moi. Je jugeai qu’un homme qui passe deux heures tous les matins à brosser ses ongles peut bien passer quelques instans à remplir de blanc les creux de sa peau.”

(Les Confessions de Jean-Jacques Rousseau.)

Grimm was ahead of his age: nowadays people all over enlightened Europe clean their nails with a special brush. >>

7. The whole of this ironical stanza is nothing but a subtle compliment to our fair compatriots. Thus Boileau, under the guise of disapprobation, eulogizes Louis XIV. Our ladies combine enlightenment with amiability, and strict purity of morals with the Oriental charm that so captivated Mme de Staël

(Dix ans d’exil). >>

8. Readers remember the charming description of a Petersburg night in Gnedich’s idyl:

Here’s night; but the golden stripes of the clouds do not darken.

Though starless and moonless, the whole horizon lights up.

Far out in the [Baltic] gulf one can see the silvery sails

4 Of hardly discernible ships that seem in the blue sky to float.

With a gloomless radiance the night sky is radiant,

And the crimson of sunset blends with the Orient’s gold,

As if Aurora led forth in the wake of evening

8 Her rosy morn. This is the aureate season

When the power of night is usurped by the summer days;

When the foreigner’s gaze is bewitched by the Northern sky

Where shade and ambrosial light form a magical union

12 Which never adorns the sky of the South:

A limpidity similar to the charms of a Northern maiden

Whose light-blue eyes and rose-colored cheeks

Are but slightly shaded by auburn curls undulating.

16 Now above the Neva and sumptuous Petropolis

You see eves without gloom and brief nights without shadow.

Now as soon as Philomel ends her midnight songs

She starts the songs that welcome the rise of the day.

20 But ’tis late; a coolness wafts on the Nevan tundras;

The dew has descended;…

Here’s midnight; after sounding all evening with thousands of oars,

The Neva does not stir; town guests have dispersed;

24 Not a voice on the shore, not a ripple astream, all is still.

Alone now and then o’er the water a rumble runs from the bridges,

Or a long-drawn cry flies forth from a distant suburb

Where in the night one sentinel calls to another.

28 All sleeps…. >>

9. Not in dream the ardent poet

the benignant goddess sees

as he spends a sleepless night

4 leaning on the granite.

Muravyov, “To the Goddess of the Neva.” >>

10. Written in Odessa. >>

11. See the first edition of Eugene Onegin. >>

12. From the first part of Dneprovskaya Rusalka. >>

13. The most euphonious Greek names, such as, for instance, Agathon, Philetus, Theodora, Thecla, and so forth, are used with us only among the common people. >>

14. Grandison and Lovelace, the heroes of two famous novels. >>

15. “Si j’avais la folie de croire encore au bonheur, je le chercherais dans l’habitude.” Chateaubriand. >>

16. Poor Yorick! — Hamlet’s exclamation over the skull of the fool (see Shakespeare and Sterne). >>

17. A misprint in the earlier edition [of the chapter] altered “homeward they fly” to “in winter they fly” (which did not make any sense whatsoever). Reviewers, not realizing this, saw an anachronism in the following stanzas. We venture to assert that, in our novel, the chronology has been worked out calendrically. >>

18. Julie Wolmar, the New Héloïse; Malek-Adhel, hero of a mediocre romance by Mme Cottin; Gustave de Linar, hero of a charming short novel by Baroness Krüdener. >>

19. The Vampyre, a short novel incorrectly attributed to Lord Byron; Melmoth, a work of genius, by Maturin; Jean Sbogar, the well-known romance by Charles Nodier. >>

20. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate. Our modest author has translated only the first part of the famous verse. >>

21. A periodical that used to be conducted by the late A. Izmaylov rather negligently. He once apologized in print to the public, saying that during the holidays he had “caroused.” >>

22. E. A. Baratïnski. >>

23. Reviewers wondered how one could call a simple peasant girl “maiden” when, a little further, genteel misses are called “young things.” >>

24. “This signifies,” remarks one of our critics, “that the urchins are skating.” Right. >>

25. In my rosy years

the poetical Ay

pleased me with its noisy foam,

4 with this simile of love,

or of frantic youth.

(“Epistle to L. P.”) >>

26. August Lafontaine, author of numerous family novels. >>

27. See “First Snow,” a poem by Prince Vyazemski. >>

28. See the descriptions of the Finnish winter in Baratïnski’s “Eda.” >>

29. Tomcat calls Kit

to sleep in the stove nook.

The presage of a wedding; the first song foretells death. >>

30. In this manner one finds out the name of one’s future fiancé. >>

31. Reviewers condemned the words hlop [clap], molv’ [parle], and top [stamp] as indifferent neologisms. These words are fundamentally Russian. “Bova stepped out of the tent for some fresh air and heard in the open country the parle of man and the stamp of steed” (“The Tale of Bova the Prince”). Hlop and ship are used in plain-folk speech instead of hlópanie [clapping] and shipénie [hissing]:

“he let out a hiss of the snaky sort”

(Ancient Russian Poems).

One should not interfere with the freedom of our rich and beautiful language. >>

32. One of our critics, it would seem, finds in these lines an indecency incomprehensible to us. >>

33. Divinatory books in our country come out under the imprint of Martin Zadeck — a worthy person who never wrote divinatory books, as B. M. Fyodorov observes. >>

34. A parody of Lomonosov’s well-known lines:

Aurora with a crimson hand

from morning stilly waters

leads forth with the sun after her, etc. >>

35. . . . . . . . . . . .Buyanov, my neighbor,

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

called yesterday on me: mustache unshaven,

4 tousled, fluff-covered, wearing a peaked cap.

(The Dangerous Neighbor) >>

36. Our critics, faithful admirers of the fair sex, strongly blamed the indecorum of this verse. >>

37. Parisian restaurateur. >>

38. Griboedov’s line. >>

39. A famous arms fabricator. >>

40. In the first edition Chapter Six ended in the following:

And you, young inspiration,

stir my imagination,

the slumber of the heart enliven,

8 into my nook more often fly,

let not a poet’s soul grow cold,

callous, crust-dry,

and finally be turned to stone

12 in the World’s deadening intoxication,

amidst the soulless proudlings,

amidst the brilliant fools,

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amidst the crafty, the fainthearted,

crazy, spoiled children,

villains both ludicrous and dull,

4 obtuse, caviling judges;

amidst devout coquettes;

amidst the voluntary lackeys;

amidst the daily modish scenes,

8 courtly, affectionate betrayals;

amidst hardhearted vanity’s

cold verdicts;

amidst the