Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

IX

The night is frosty5 the whole sky is clear5 the splendid choir of heavenly luminaries so gently, so unisonally flows… 4 Tatiana, in her low-cut frock, into the wide courtyard comes out; she trains a mirror on the moon; but in the dark glass only 8 the sad moon trembles… Hark!… the snow creaks… a passer-by; the flits up to him on tiptoe- [maiden and her little voice sounds 12 more tender than a reed pipe's strain: "What is your name?"30 He looks, and answers: "Agafon."