Читать книгу Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin - Александр Сергеевич Пушкин, Александр Пушкин, Pushkin Aleksandr - Страница 59

He took the room wherein the old

Man – forty years long in this wise —

His housekeeper was wont to scold,

Look through the window and kill flies.

‘Twas plain – an oaken floor ye scan,

Two cupboards, table, soft divan,

And not a speck of dirt descried.

Onegin oped the cupboards wide.

In one he doth accounts behold,

Here bottles stand in close array,

There jars of cider block the way,

An almanac but eight years old.

His uncle, busy man indeed,

No other book had time to read.