Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLII

And now the frosts already crackle and silver 'mid the fields

(the reader now expects the rhyme "froze4 here, take it quick!). [rose" – Neater than modish parquetry, the ice-clad river shines.

The gladsome crew of boys24 8 cut with their skates resoundingly the ice; a heavy goose with red feet, planning to swim upon the bosom of the waters, steps carefully upon the ice, 12 slidders, and falls. The gay first snow flicks, whirls, falling in stars upon the bank.