Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 39

The cupids, demons, snakes and devils

Still jump all over and make noise.

The tired lackeys at the doorways

Right on the fur coats are in drowse.

The footfall hasn’t, yet, pacified,

The cough and clapping have not quiet.

Inside and out of the theatre

The lamps are lighting by a glitter.

The horses thrashing in the cold

Are pretty tired of the harness.

The cabmen crowd at the fires,

Clap hands and idle masters scold.

Onegin now is getting off,

He forwards home to change the cloth.