Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXVI

Sometimes he reads to Olya a moralistic novel in which the author 4 knows nature better than Chateaubriandand, meanwhile, two-three pages (empty chimeras, fables, for hearts of maidens dangerous) 8 he blushingly leaves out. Retiring far from everybody, over the chessboard they, leaning their elbows on the table, 12 at times sit deep in thought, and Lenski in abstraction takes with a pawn his own rook.