Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XI

And dreams a wondrous dream Tatiana. She dreams that she over a snowy lawn is walking, 4 surrounded by sad gloom. In front of her, between the snowdrifts, dins, swirls its wave a churning, dark, and hoary torrent, 8 by the winter not chained $ two thin poles, glued together by a piece of ice (a shaky, perilous small bridge), are laid across the torrent $ and before 12 the dinning deep, full of perplexity, she stopped.