Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIII

She, to look back not daring, accelerates her hasty step; but from the shaggy footman 4 can in no way escape 5 grunting, the odious bear keeps lumbering on. Before them is a wood; the pines are stirless in their frowning beauty; 8 all their boughs are weighed down by snow flocks; through the summits of aspens, birches, lindens bare the beam of the night luminaries shines; 12 there is no path; shrubs, precipices, all are drifted over by the blizzard, plunged deep in snow.