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Chapter II
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Ah, he did love like nowadays

Nobody by love can be blessed,

Since only poet’s soul still prays

To love and feels its real taste.

Wherever, always the same dreaming,

One and the same familiar feeling,

One and the same and well known sorrow,

No promise to relax tomorrow.

Neither long years of separation,

Nor fell into poetic trance,

Nor beauties of a far off place,

Nor learning fruits, nor inspiration

Could change his soul, the same desire

Was heating it by virgin fire.

Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin

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