Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLII

There the mazurka sounds. Time was, when the mazurka's thunder dinned, in a huge ballroom everything vibrated, 4 the parquetry cracked under heel, the window frames shook, rattled5 now 'tis not thus: we, too, like ladies, glide o'er the lacquered boards. 8 But in [small] towns and country places, the mazurka has still retained its pristine charms: saltos, heel-play, mustachios 12, remain the same; them has not altered highhanded fashion, our tyrant, sickness of the latest Russians.