Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Three
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They sing; and carelessly attending to their ringing voice,

Tatiana with impatience waits 4 for the heart's tremor to subside in her, for her cheeks to cease flaming; but in her breasts there's the same trepidation, nor ceases the glow of her cheeks: 8 yet brighter, brighter do they burn. Thus a poor butterfly both flashes and beats an iridescent wing, captured by a school prankster; thus 12 a small hare trembles in the winter corn upon suddenly seeing from afar the shotman in the bushes crouch.