Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXIII

Always modest, always obedient, always as merry as the morn, as naive as a poet's life, 4 as winsome as love's kiss5 her eyes, as azure as the sky, smile, flaxen locks, movements, voice, light waist-everything 8 in Olga… but take any novel, and you will surely find her portraitj it is very sweet;

I liked it once myself, 12 but it has come to bore me beyond measure. Let me, my reader, take up the elder sister.