Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLI

Dawn rises in cold murk; stilled in the grainfields is the noise of labors; with his hungry female, the wolf 4 comes out upon the road; the road horse, sensing him, snorts, and the wary traveler goes tearing uphill at top speed; 8 no longer does the herdsman drive at sunrise the cows out of the shippon, and at the hour of midday in a circle his horn does not call them together; 12 in her small hut singing, the maiden23 spins and, the friend of winter nights, in front of her the splintlight crackles.