Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 8

And when the childhood had passed,

There came the time for youth to play,

The time so tender, sweet and blessed,

Monsieur was fired right away.

No one restrains Onegin’s passion,

His hair is cut in modern fashion,

Like London’s dandy he is clothed

And finally has seen the world.

His manners are like he’s from France,

He speaks good French and writes, as well,

Dances Mazurka very well,

And makes a bow with charm and grace;

What else you need? The high world found

That he was pretty nice and sound.