Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVI

But now 'tis near. Before them the ancient tops of white-stone Moscow already glow 4 with golden crosses, ember-bright. Ah, chums, how pleased I was when, all at once, the hemicircle of churches and of belfries, 8 of gardens, domes, opened before me! How often during woeful separation, in my wandering fate, Moscow, I thought of you! 12 Moscow!… How much within that sou is blended for a Russian heart! How much is echoed there!