Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIV

What, then, if by your pistol be smitten a young pal who with a saucy glance or repartee 4 or any other bagatelle insulted you over the bottle, or even himself, in fiery vexation, to combat proudly challenged you? 8 Say: what sensation would take possession of your soul when, motionless upon the ground, in front of you, with death upon his brow, 12 he by degrees would stiffen, when he'd be deaf and silent to your desperate appeal?

In anguish of the heart's remorse, his hand squeezing the pistol, at Lenski Eugene looks. 4 "Well, what-he's dead," pronounced the neigh-Dead!… With this dreadful interjection [bor. smitten, Onegin with a shudder walks hence and calls his men. 8 Zaretski carefully lays on the sleigh the frozen corpse 5 home he is driving the dread lading.

Sensing the corpse, 12 the horses snort and jib, with white foam wetting the steel bit, and like an arrow off they fly.