Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLII

And at a walk she rides in open champaign, sunk in a reverie 5 a long time, willy-nilly, 4 her soul is full of Lenski's fate; and she reflects: "What has become of Olga? Did her heart suffer long? Or did the season of her tears soon pass? 8 And where's her sister now? And where, that of people and the world, [shunner of modish belles the modish foe, where's that begloomed eccentric, 1 2 the slayer of the youthful poet?" In due time I shall give you an account in detail about everything.