Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXIII

Many pages preserved the trenchant mark of fingernails; the eyes of the attentive maiden 4 are fixed on them more eagerly. Tatiana sees with trepidation by what thought, observation

Onegin would be struck, 8 what he agreed with tacitly. The dashes of his pencil she encounters in their margins.

Unconsciously Onegin's soul 12 has everywhere expressed itselfnow by a succinct word, now by a cross, now by an interrogatory crotchet.