Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXX

"Now march." The two foes, coolly, not aiming yet, with firm tread, slowly, steadily 4 traversed four paces, four mortal stairs. His pistol Eugene then, not ceasing to advance, 8 gently the first began to raise. Now they have stepped five paces more, and Lenski, closing his left eye, started to level also-but right then 12 Onegin fired… The clock of fate has struck: the poet in silence drops his pistol.