Alexander Pushkin: Evgenii Onegin (narrated in English) (Unabridged)
Evgenii Onegin
Chapter 1: He hurries to live, he hastens to feel
How he assumed the latest air…
General applause. Onegin passes/A row of legs…
Alas, how much of my life I/Have ruined…
A sickness, one for which we should/Have found the reason…
Will freedom always be denied? The hour has come…
Flowers, love, the lazy country pace…
Chapter 2: O rus!… Horace O Russia!
He sang in praise of love, he paid/His dues to her…
But then, your ardent youth can never/Conceal…
This pensive mood, her friend, her pleasure/Right from her…
She used to write, in her own hand,/In blood…
Chapter 3: Elle etait fille, elle etait amoureuse. Malfilatre
And as if she herself had been a/Young heroine in a favourite…
'Now that's enough, dear. In those days/We hadn't heard of love.'
Coquettes make their cold calculations;/Tatiana loves with all…
Tatiana's Letter to Onegin
Tatiana sighs, and then she cries,/The letter trembles…
The Song Of the Young Girls
Chapter 4: La morale est dans la nature des choses.
What in the world can be worse than/A family where a…
What was the outcome of the meeting?/Alas, it isn't hard…
But Lenskii writes no madrigal/In Olga's album; into it…
Bare, silent fields - the harvest's home;/A cold dark dawn…
The fire burns low; a fine grey layer/Of ash lies on…
Chapter 5: Oh, don't dream these fearful dreams…
The night was frosty, the whole sky/Was clear; divine choirs…
More terrible, more wondrous yet,/A crab rides…
But lo, the dawn with crimson hand,/From morning…
Of course, Tania's distressed confusion/Was visible to every eye…
A ball meant Petersburg when first/I planned my novel…
Chapter 6: La, sotto i giorni nubilosi e brevi…
A brief note, cold as charity,/But pleasant, noble to the end…
All evening Lenskii was distracted,/Now mute, now merry…
'Where is my second? My friend here,/Monsieur Guillot.'
It's pleasant to use an epigram/To enrage a blundering…
Alas, dear reader, one thing's clear;/A lover and a poet…
Chapter 7: Oh Moscow, Russia's favourite daughter…
Ah, my poor Lenskii! though she mourned/Awhile, she did not…
'Would it be possible to see/The house?' she asked.
Has she solved the charade at last?/Has the elusive word…
When we have moved the boundaries/And let the blest…
And that… but later, later. We/Must talk. Tomorrow we…
A crowd of Archive youths all stand/And gaze, in their…
Chapter 8: Fare thee well, and if for ever/Still for ever fare…
But why give him, may I enquire,/Such an unfavourable…
'You're married! I was not aware…/But when?'
Here was the epigrammist; he/Was angry about…
Onegin's Letter to Tatiana.
There's no reply. Another missive,/A second, a third.
The days flew past, they warmed the air/And winter…
Onegin, this magnificence,/The tinsel of this hateful…
