Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XV

'Twas evening. The sky darkened. Waters streamed quietly. The beetle churred.

The choral throngs already were dispersing. 4 Across the river, smoking, glowed already the fire of fishermen. In open country by the moon's silvery light, sunk in her dreams, 8 long did Tatiana walk alone. She walked, she walked… And suddenly before her from a she sees a manor house, a village, [hill a grove below hill, and a garden i ? above a luminous river. She gazes, and the heart in her faster and harder has begun to beat.