Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 51

Here is my hero at the entrance,

He passed a doorman in a rush,

Flied up the marble steps of staircase

And fixed his hair by fingers brush.

He gets into the crowded hall,

The music tiers to make roar,

Mazurka entertains the crowd

The noise and crush are all around.

The guardsmen’s spurs are jingling lightly,

The flying feet of dancing dames

Leave in the air a charming trace,

The watching eyes are shining brightly.

And jealous whisper of the wives

Dies in the violins’ roars and cries.