Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Chapter Three
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And not in vain it waited. Her eyes opened$ she said: " Tis he!" Alas! now both the days and nights, 4 and hot, lone sleep, all's full of him; to the dear girl unceasingly with magic force all speaks of him. To her are tedious 8 alike the sounds of friendly speeches and the gaze of assiduous servants. Immersed in gloom, to visitors she does not listen, 12 and imprecates their leisures, their unexpected arrival and protracted sitting down.