Delighted with the sound of music And leaving the tea cup and the rum, Petushkov (the district's main Adonis) Goes up to Olga for the waltz. Lensky asks Tanya; and Kharlikova, A maiden somewhat past her best, Our poet from Tambov leads solemnly. Buyanov hastens with Pustyakova. The crowd spills out into the wide hall, And all is sparkling for the ball. XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX. Tea is brought in, the girls all decorously Have scarcely picked their saucers up, When from the doorway suddenly Bassoons and flutes are striking up. Delighted with the sound of music And leaving the tea cup and the rum, Petushkov (the district's main Adonis) Goes up to Olga for the waltz. Lensky asks Tanya; and Kharlikova, A maiden somewhat past her best, Our poet from Tambov leads solemnly. Buyanov hastens with Pustyakova. The crowd spills out into the wide hall, And all is sparkling for the ball. XL. At the beginning of this lofty story (See Chapter One, which will do for all), In the style of the mighty Albany, I had hoped to describe a Petersburgh ball. But by empty dreams often entranced I wandered off down memory's lanes, Thinking of feet, and charming dames. But I follow after your slender trace No more, dear feet! I will not be distracted! Since my youth has changed its shining face It is time for me to become more sane, To reform in theory and in practice, And, for this Chapter's final curtain, To free it from all cheap diversion. XLI. Monotonous, mad, and totally mindless, As is the life of whirlwind youth, The boisterous waltz whirls round so fast, As couple after couple flashes past. The minute of revenge approaches, And Onegin, smiling secretly,
Delighted with the sound of music And leaving the tea cup and the rum, Petushkov (the district's main Adonis) Goes up to Olga for the waltz. Lensky asks Tanya; and Kharlikova, A maiden somewhat past her best, Our poet from Tambov leads solemnly. Buyanov hastens with Pustyakova. The crowd spills out into the wide hall, And all is sparkling for the ball. XXXVII, XXXVIII, XXXIX. Tea is brought in, the girls all decorously Have scarcely picked their saucers up, When from the doorway suddenly Bassoons and flutes are striking up. Delighted with the sound of music And leaving the tea cup and the rum, Petushkov (the district's main Adonis) Goes up to Olga for the waltz. Lensky asks Tanya; and Kharlikova, A maiden somewhat past her best, Our poet from Tambov leads solemnly. Buyanov hastens with Pustyakova. The crowd spills out into the wide hall, And all is sparkling for the ball. XL. At the beginning of this lofty story (See Chapter One, which will do for all), In the style of the mighty Albany, I had hoped to describe a Petersburgh ball. But by empty dreams often entranced I wandered off down memory's lanes, Thinking of feet, and charming dames. But I follow after your slender trace No more, dear feet! I will not be distracted! Since my youth has changed its shining face It is time for me to become more sane, To reform in theory and in practice, And, for this Chapter's final curtain, To free it from all cheap diversion. XLI. Monotonous, mad, and totally mindless, As is the life of whirlwind youth, The boisterous waltz whirls round so fast, As couple after couple flashes past. The minute of revenge approaches, And Onegin, smiling secretly,