Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Seven
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Tatiana in the modish cell stands long as one bewitched.

But it is late. A cold wind has arisen. 4 It's dark in the dale. The grove sleeps above the misted river $ the moon has hid behind the hill, and it is time, high time, 8 that the young pilgrimess went home; and Tanya, hiding her excitement, and not without a sigh, starts out on her way back5 12 but first she asks permission to visit the deserted castle so as to read books there alone.