Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter One
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By now the house is full5 the boxes blaze; parterre and stalls-all seethes; in the top gallery impatiently they clap, 4 and, soaring up, the curtain swishes. Resplendent, half ethereal, obedient to the magic bow, surrounded by a throng of nymphs, 8 Istomina stands: she, while touching with one foot the floor, gyrates the other slowly, and lo! a leap, and lo! she flies, 12 she flies like fluff from Eol's lips, now twines and now untwines her waist and beats one swift small foot against the other.