Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Eugene Onegin ???? By turns Tatiana sighs and ohs. The letter trembles in her hand; the rosy wafer dries 4 upon her fevered tongue. Her poor head shoulderward has sunk; her light chemise has slid down from her charming shoulder. 8 But now the moonbeam's radiance already fades. Anon the valley grows through the vapor clear. Anon the stream starts silvering. Anon the herdsman's horn i 2 wakes up the villager. Here's morning; all have risen long ago: to my Tatiana it is all the same.