Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VII

She likes the stately order of oligarchic colloquies, and the chill of calm pride, 4 and this mixture of ranks and years. But who's that standing in the chosen throng, silent and nebulous? To everyone he seems a stranger. 8 Before him faces come and go like a series of tedious specters. What is it-spleen or smarting morgue upon his face? Why is he here? 12 Who is he? Is it really-Eugene? He, really? So, 'tis he, indeed. -Since when has he been blown our way?