Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIV

But lo! the throng has undulated, a murmur through the hall has run…

Toward the hostess there advanced a lady, 4 followed by an imposing general. She was unhurried, not cold, not talkative, without a flouting gaze for everyone, 8 without pretensions to success, without those little mannerisms, without mimetic artifices…

All about her was quiet, simple. 12 She seemed a faithful reproduction du comme ilfaut… ([Shishkov,] forgive me: I do not know how to translate.)