Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXII

Once more Onegin counts the hours, once more he can't wait for the day to end.

But ten strikes: he drives off, 4 he has flown forth, he's at the porch3 with tremor he goes in to the princess: he finds Tatiana alone, and for some minutes 8 they sit together. From Onegin's lips the words come not. Ill-humored, awkward, he barely, barely replies to her. His head 12 is full of a persistent thought. Persistently he looks: she sits easy and free.