Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Rambles, and reading, and sound sleep, the sylvan shade, the purl of streams, sometimes a white-skinned, dark-eyed girl's young and fresh kiss, a horse of mettle, bridle-true, a rather fancy dinner, a bottle of bright wine, seclusion, quietthis was Onegin's saintly life; and he insensibly to it surrendered, the fair summer days in carefree mollitude not counting, oblivious of both town and friends and of the boredom of festive devices.