Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Three

i "Whither? Ah me, those poets!" "Good-??, Onegin. Time for me to leave." "I do not hold you, but where do 4 you spend your evenings?" "At the Larins'." "Now, that's a fine thing. Mercy, man- and you don't find it difficult thus every evening to kill time?" 8 "Not in the least." "I cannot understand. From here I see what it is like: first-listen, am I right?- a simple Russian family, 12 a great solicitude for guests, jam, never-ending talk of rain, of flax, of cattle yard."