Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXI

And far away Tatiana's heart was ranging as she looked at the moon… All of a sudden in her mind a thought was 4 "Go, let me be alone. [born… Give me, nurse, a pen, paper, and move up the table$ I shall soon lie down. Good night." Now she's alone, 8 all's still. The moon gives light to her. Tatiana, leaning on her elbow, writes, and Eugene's ever present in her mind, and in an unconsidered letter 12 the love of an innocent maid breathes forth. The letter now is ready, folded. Tatiana! Whom, then, is it for?