Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIV

The roads at home are bad at present$? forgotten bridges rot $ at stages the bedbugs and fleas 4 do not give one a minute's sleep. No taverns. In a cold log hut there hangs for show a highfalutin but meager bill of fare, and teases 8 one's futile appetite, while the rural Cyclopes in front of a slow fire treat with a Russian hammer 12 Europe's light article, blessing the ruts and ditches of the fatherland.