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All clapping. Here’s Onegin coming,

He walks through armchairs, steps on feet,

And his lorgnette aside aligning

To unknown ladies in box seat;

The theatre’s circles he glanced over,

Disliked the faces and adornments,

Vulgar and tasteless all that found,

Exchanged the bows with men around,

Casted his gaze straight to the stage,

And did it with a vacant look,

Averted, yawned and did conclude:

“It is right time all that to change.

Ballets awake in me just bore,

Didlo doesn’t stir me anymore”.