Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Eight
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Could it be that the same Tatiana to whom, alone with her, at the beginning of our novel 4 back in a stagnant, distant region, in the fine fervor of moralization precepts he once had preached; the one from whom a letter he preserves 8 where the heart speaks, where all is out, all unrestrained; that little girl-or is he dreaming? that little girl whom in her humble state 12 he had passed over-could it be that now she had been so indifferent, so bold with him?