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But being worn by night time pleasure,

Has mixed up morning and midnight

The kid of luxury and leisure

Sleeps dreaming blissfully in quiet.

Get’s up in p.m., and again

His life is scheduled for a day,

It is monotonous and bright,

And all the same, the day, the night…

But was Onegin satisfied,

When being healthy, free and blooming,

By splendid wins his person proving,

He spent his life in that delight?

Or it is fruitless and in vain

To spend in revels night and day?