Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXI

Not madrigals does Lenski write in the album of young Olga; his pen breathes love4 it does not glitter frigidly with wit. Whatever he notes, whatever he hears concerning Olga, this he writes about 5 and full of vivid truth 8 flow, riverlike, his elegies. Thus you, inspired Yazikov, sing, in the surgings of your heart, God knows whom, and the precious code 12 of elegies will represent for you someday the entire story of your fate.