Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XVII

More frightful still, and still more wondrous: there is a crab astride a spider 5 there on a goose's neck 4 twirls a red-calpacked skull; there a windmill the squat-jig dances and rasps and waves its vanes.

Barks, laughter, singing, whistling, claps, 8 the parle of man, the stamp of steed!31 But what were the thoughts of Tatiana when 'mongst the guests she recognized him who was dear to her and awesome- 12 the hero of our novel! Onegin at the table sits and through the door stealthily gazes.