Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VI

And now my Muse for the first time I'm taking to a high-life rout;44 at her steppe charms 4 with jealous apprehensiveness I look. Through a dense series of aristocrats, of military fops, of diplomats and haughty dames, she glides; now quietly 8 she has sat down and looks, admiring the noisy crush, the flickering of dress and speech, the apparition of slow guests i 2 in front of the young hostess, and the dark frame of men around ladies, as about pictures.