Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXVII

Not this is our concern at present: we'd better hurry to the ball whither headlong in a hack coach 4 already my Onegin has sped off. In front of darkened houses, alongst the sleeping street in rows the twin lamps of coupes 8 pour forth a cheerful light and project rainbows on the snow. Studded around with lampions, glitters a splendid house; 12 across its whole-glassed windows shadows move: there come and go the profiled heads of ladies and of modish quizzes.