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Buyanov, my mettlesome cousin, toward our hero leads Tatiana with Olgaj deft 4 Onegin goes with Olga. He steers her, gliding nonchalantly, and, bending, whispers tenderly to her some common madrigal, and squeezes 8 her hand-and brighter glows on her conceited face the rosy flush. My Lenski has seen it all$ flares up, beside himself 5 12 in jealous indignation, the poet waits for the end of the mazurka and invites her for the cotillion.