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Having remarked Vladimir’s flight,

Onegin, bored to death again,

By Olga stood, dejected quite

And satisfied with vengeance ta’en.

Olga began to long likewise

For Lenski, sought him with her eyes,

And endless the cotillon seemed

As if some troubled dream she dreamed.

’Tis done. To supper they proceed.

Bedding is laid out and to all

Assigned a lodging, from the hall

Up to the attic, and all need

Tranquil repose. Eugene alone

To pass the night at home hath gone.