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It was what a young rake expected,

When dusting post-chaise speeded him,

By Zeus’s supreme will elected

The only heir of all his kin.

The friends of “Ruslan and Lyudmila”!

Here is my novel in verse hero,

With no preface and just right now

Let me acquaint you with the one:

Eugene Onegin, my good fellow,

Was born on Neva’s even shores,

Which, probably, were home of yours,

Or where you used to shine and revel.

It’s where I also used to play,

But North is not for me, they say[1].