Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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– seat them directly facing Tanya, and paler than the morning moon, and more tremulous than the hunted doe, 4 her darkening eyes she does not raise. In her stormily pulses a passionate glow; she suffocates, feels faint; the two friends' greetings 8 she hears not; the tears from her eyes are on the point of trickling; the poor thing is on the point of swooning; but will and reason's power 12 prevailed. A word or two she uttered through her teeth in a low voice and managed to remain at table.