Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLH

She does not bid him rise and, not taking her eyes off him, does not withdraw 4 her limp hand from his avid lips… What is her dreaming now about? A lengthy silence passes, and finally she, softly: 8 "Enough; get up. I must frankly explain myself to you. Onegin, do you recollect that hour when in the garden, in the avenue, fate brought 12 together and so meekly [us your lesson I heard out. Today it is my turn.