Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVII

Here is, surrounded by its park, Petrovskiy Castle. Somberly it prides itself on recent glory. 4 In vain Napoleon, intoxicated with his last fortune, waited for kneeling Moscow with the keys of the old Kremlin: no, 8 to him my Moscow did not go with craven brow$ not revelry, not gifts of bienvenue- a conflagration she prepared 12 for the impatient hero. From here, in meditation sunk, he watched the formidable flame.