Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXIX

The pistols now have gleamed. The mallet clanks against the ramrod. The balls go into the polyhedral barrel, 4 and the cock clicks for the first time. The powder in a grayish streamlet now pours into the pan. The jagged, securely screwed-in flint 8 anew is drawn back. Disconcerted Guillot behind a near stump takes his stand. The two foes shed their cloaks.

Zaretski paces off thirty-two steps i 2 with excellent accuracy; his friends apart he places at the farthest mark, and each takes up his pistol.