Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Chapter Seven
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With the first rays arising she hastens now into the fields and, with soft-melting eyes 4 surveying them, she says: uFarewell, pacific dales, and you, familiar hilltops, and you, familiar woods! 8 Farewell, celestial beauty, farewell, glad nature! I am exchanging a dear quiet world for the hum of resplendent vanities!… 12 And you, my freedom, farewell, too! Whither, wherefore, do I bear onward? What does my fate hold out for me?"