Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIX

she drops. "He's here! Eugene is here! Good God, what did he think!"

Her heart, full of torments, retains 4 an obscure dream of hope; she trembles, and she hotly glows, and waits: does he not come? But hears not. In the orchard girl servants, on the beds, 8 were picking berries in the bushes and singing by decree in chorus (a decree based on that sly mouths would not in secret 12 eat the seignioral berry and would be occupied by singing; a device of rural wit!):

Eugene Onegin

Maidens, pretty maidens, darling girl companions, romp unhindered, maidens, 4 have your fling, my dears! Start to sing a ditty, sing our private ditty, and allure a fellow 8 to our choral dance. When we lure a fellow, when afar we see him, let us scatter, dearies, 12 pelting him with cherries, cherries and raspberries, and red currants too. " Do not come eavesdropping i ? on our private ditties, do not come a-spying on our girlish games!" ij6