Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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But you, odd volumes from the bibliotheca of the devils, the gorgeous albums, 4 the rack of fashionable rhymesters 5 you, nimbly ornamented by Tolstoy's wonder-working brush, or Baratinski's pen, 8 let the Lord's levin burn you! Whenever her in-quarto a resplendent lady proffers to me, a tremor and a waspishness possess me, 12 and at the bottom of my soul there stirs an epigrambut madrigals you have to write for them!