Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXIX

Her walks last longer. At present, here a hillock, there a brook, cannot help stopping 4 Tatiana with their charm. She, as with ancient friends, with her groves, meadows, still hastens to converse. 8 But the fleet summer flies. The golden autumn has arrived. Nature, tremulous, pale, is like a victim richly decked… 12. Now, driving clouds along, the North has blown, has howled, and now herself Winter the sorceress comes.