Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

II

Winter! The peasant, celebrating, in a flat sledge inaugurates the track$ his naggy, having sensed the snow, 4 shambles at something like a trot. Plowing up fluffy furrows, a bold kibitka flies: the driver sits upon his box 8 in sheepskin coat, red-sashed. Here runs about a household lad, upon a hand sled having seated "blackie," having transformed himself into the steed5 12 the scamp already has frozen a finger. He finds it both painful and funny-while his mother, from the window, threatens him.. Ill But, maybe, pictures of this kind will not attract you5 all this is lowly nature5 4 there is not much refinement here. Warmed by the god of inspiration, another poet in luxurious language for us has painted the first snow 8 and all the shades of winter's delectations.27 He'll captivate you, I am sure of it, when he depicts in flaming verses secret promenades in sleigh; 12 but I have no intention of contending either with him at present or with you, singer of the young Finnish Maid!28