Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIX

What's that? Oh, nothing. I am lulling empty black reveries;

I only in parenthesis observe 4 that there's no despicable slander spawned in a garret by a babbler and by the rabble of the monde encouraged,' that there's no such absurdity, 8 nor vulgar epigram, that with a smile your friend in a circle of decent people without the slightest malice or design 12 will not repeat a hundred times in error5 yet he professes to stand up for you: he loves you so!… Oh, like a kinsman!