Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLIII

And you, young beauties, whom at a late hour daredevil droshkies carry away over the pavement 4 of Petersburg, you also were abandoned by my Eugene. Apostate from the turbulent delights,

Onegin locked himself indoors; 8 yawning, took up a pen; wanted to write; but persevering toil to him was loathsome: nothing from his pen issued, and he did not get i % into the cocky guild of people on whom I pass no judgment-for the reason that I belong to them.