Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 40

Can I depict my true impression,

A lonely private room portray,

Where foster child of the fashion

Was dressed, undressed and dressed again?

All stuff that busy London’s merchants

To agitate high life’s emotions

Bring to us through the Baltic waves

To change to wood, pigs’ fat and grains,

All what in Paris hungry taste

Invents for fun according fashion,

Promoting splendid life impression

To drive the trade, and that makes sense,

All that the study room adorned,

And to eighteen years sage belonged.