Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 114

He’d settled in the mansion’s chamber,

Where the old timer for great whiles

With housekeeper used to ramble,

Sat at a window and crushed flies.

Everything casual: the oak floors,

The table, sofa, two cupboards,

And not a speck of ink, do note.

Onegin opened one cupboard –

Obtained the housekeeper’s papers,

The other one – the bottles line,

A row of jugs with apple wine,

Eighteen eighth calendar, the latest.

The old was busy at all times

And other books didn’t recognize.