Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Chapter Seven
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They to the master coach are harnessed; men cooks prepare lunch; the kibitkas are loaded mountain-high; 4 serf women, coachmen brawl. Upon a lean and shaggy jade a bearded postilion sits. Retainers at the gate have gathered, running, 8 to bid their mistresses farewell. And now they've settled, and the venerable sleigh-coach beyond the gate creeps, gliding. "Farewell, pacific sites! 12 Farewell, secluded refuge! Shall I see you?" And from the eyes of Tanya flows a stream of tears.