Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVIII
XXXIX

But tea is brought: scarce have the damsels demurely of their saucers taken hold when from behind the door of the long hall bassoon and flute sound suddenly. Elated by the thunder of the music, leaving his cup of tea with rum, the Paris of the surrounding townlets, Petushkov, goes up to Olga; Lenski, to Tatiana; Miss Harlikov, a marriageable maid of overripe years, is secured by my Tambovan poet5 Buyanov has whirled off Dame Pustyakov 5 and all have spilled into the hall, and in full glory shines the ball.