But for my Tanya all the same. XXXIII She does not look at red dawn’s heaven, Sits with her low dropped head, And does not press her seal, engraved, To her epistle to be send. – But having opened doors in stillness, Her good old her head’s all silver’s – – Brings on a tray the morning tea. up, my child, it’s time, you see, “Get – But you’ve got up, my girl unearthly! My little bird of early tread! Just yesterday I was afraid! But now, to God, you’re healthy! The nightly pine had fully fled, Your face is like a rose red.” XXXIV nurse, please, take on you a mission!’ ‘Oh, ready, dear; what for?’ ‘I’m ’tis think… it’s really… suspicion… ‘Don’t But, do you see?... Oh, don’t say no!’ friend, I pledge let great God see it.’ ‘My – send your grandson in a secret ‘Well, With this small note to O… that… Our neighbor and instruct him: let … Him be mute till this all is handled, And don’t pronounce there my name…’ whom my dear? It’s my ‘To – I’m now so muddle-headed. A lot of neighbors here abide; I even cannot list them XXXV how can’t you help to guess it?’ ‘Oh, soul’s friend, I am too old: ‘My My mind fails, oh, my maiden blessed; But early I was sharp and bold: If just a word I was to hear…’ not a thing to speak of here! ‘It’s Why do I now need your mind? The letter is all this behind – Onegin must be its receiver.’
But for my Tanya all the same. XXXIII She does not look at red dawn’s heaven, Sits with her low dropped head, And does not press her seal, engraved, To her epistle – to be send. But having opened doors in stillness, Her good old – her head’s all silver’s – Brings on a tray the morning tea. “Get up, my child, it’s time, you see, – But you’ve got up, my girl unearthly! My little bird of early tread! Just yesterday I was afraid! But now, to God, you’re healthy! The nightly pine had fully fled, Your face is like a rose red.” XXXIV ‘Oh, nurse, please, take on you a mission!’ ‘I’m ready, dear; what ’tis for?’ ‘Don’t think… it’s really… suspicion… But, do you see?... Oh, don’t say no!’ ‘My friend, I pledge – let great God see it.’ ‘Well, send your grandson in a secret With this small note to O… that… Our neighbor … and instruct him: let Him be mute till this all is handled, And don’t pronounce there my name…’ ‘To whom my dear? It’s my – I’m now so muddle-headed. A lot of neighbors here abide; I even cannot list them XXXV ‘Oh, how can’t you help to guess it?’ ‘My soul’s friend, I am too old: My mind fails, oh, my maiden blessed; But early I was sharp and bold: If just a word I was to hear…’ ‘It’s not a thing to speak of here! Why do I now need your mind? The letter is all this behind – Onegin must be its receiver.’
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