Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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She came, scattered herself $ in flocks hung on the limbs of oaks5 in wavy carpets lay 4 amid the fields, about the hills 5 the banks with the immobile river made level with a puffy pall. Frost gleamed. And we are gladdened 8 by Mother Winter's pranks. By them not gladdened is but Tanya's heart: she does not go to meet the winter, inhale the frostdust, 12 and with the first snow from the bathhouse roof wash face, shoulders, and breast. Tatiana dreads the winter way.