Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXV

Now, on the other hand, driving in winter's cold season is agreeable and easy.

As in a modish song a verse devoid of thought, 4 smooth is the winter track. Alert are our Automedons, our troikas never tire, and mileposts, humoring the idle gaze, 8 before one's eyes flick like a fence.43 Unluckily, Dame Larin dragged along, fearing expensive stages, with her own horses, not with posters, 12, and our maid tasted viatic tedium in full: they traveled seven days and nights.