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Onegin bored, and then decided,

Just idle time to pass away,

To change routine and thus provided

A reformation in estate.

And in his nook the sage of desert

The corvee – ancient yoke of peasant

By easy quitrent had replaced,

And serf had blessed the divine grace.

But thrifty neighbor was in pouts,

Suspecting in it a great harm

To his hereditary farm,

Another archly smiled in doubts,

And all of them made a conclusion

That he is awfully unusual.