Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

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Chapter One

All of a sudden he indeed got from the steward a report that his uncle was nigh death in bed 4 and would be glad to bid farewell to him. Eugene, the sad epistle having read, incontinently to the rendezvous drove headlong, traveling post, 8 and yawned already in anticipation, preparing, for the sake of money, for sighs, boredom, and guile

(and 'tis with this that I began my novel) $ 12 but when he reached apace his uncle's manor, he found him laid already on the table as a prepared tribute to earth.

He found the grounds full of attendants 5 to the dead man from every side came driving foes and friends, 4 enthusiasts for funerals. The dead man was interred, the priests and guests ate, drank, and solemnly dispersed thereafter, 8 as though they had been sensibly engaged. Now our Onegin is a rural dweller, of workshops, waters, forests, lands, absolute lord (while up to then he'd been 12 an enemy of order and a wastrel), and very glad to have exchanged his former course for something.