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Chapter Seven

The night has many charming stars, in Moscow there are many belles$ but brighter in the airy blue 4 than all her skymates is the moon; but she, whom with my lyre disturb I dare not, like the majestic moon, 8 'mid dames and maidens shines alone. With what celestial pride the earth she touches!

With what voluptuousness her breast is filled! 12 How languorous her wondrous gaze!… But 'tis enough, enough; do cease: to folly you have paid your due.

Noise, laughter, scampering, bows, galope, mazurka, waltz… Meantime, between two aunts, beside a column, 4 noted by none, Tatiana looks and does not see, detests the agitation of the monde^ she stifles here… she strains in fancy 8 toward campestral life, the country, the poor villagers, to that secluded nook where flows a limpid brooklet, 12 toward her flowers, toward her novels, and to the gloom of linden avenues, thither where he used to appear to her