Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXV

So she was called Tatiana. Neither with her sister's beauty nor with her [sister's] rosy freshness 4 would she attract one's eyes. Sauvage, sad, silent, as timid as the sylvan doe, in her own family 8 she seemed a strangeling. She knew not how to snuggle up to her father or mother; a child herself, among a crowd of children, 12 she never wished to play and skip, and often all day long, alone, she sat in silence by the window.