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Chapter II
XVII
ОглавлениеMore often, minds of my hermits
Were by the passions entertained;
Having escaped from stormy torments
Onegin usually conveyed
These talks with sighs of consolation.
Blessed is who witted exaltation,
But then resigned with no regret,
More blessed, who never new all that,
Who chilled his love by a departure,
The grudge– by gossip, and sometimes
With friends and wife could not hold sighs,
Who never suffered jealous torture,
Who did not play and never tried
His grandpa’s wealth to deuce confide.
