Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

Chapter Eight

But those to whom at amicable meetings its first strophes I read- "Some are no more, others are distant/' 4 as erstwhiles Sadi said. Without them was Onegin's picture finished. And she from whom was fashioned the dear ideal of "Tatiana"… 8 Ah, much, much has fate snatched away! Blest who left life's feast early, not having to the bottom drained the goblet full of wine; 12 who never read life's novel to the end and all at once could part with it as I with my Onegin.