Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIX

All evening Lenski was abstracted, now taciturn, now gay again; but he who has been fostered by the Muse 4 is always thus; with knitted brow he'd sit down at the clavichord and play but chords on it; or else, his gaze directing toward Olga, 8 he'd whisper, "I am happy, am I not?" But it is late; time to depart. In him the heart contracted, full of anguish; as he took leave of the young maiden, 12 it seemed to break asunder.

She looks him in the face.' 'What is the matter with "Nothing." And he makes for the porch, [you?"