XXVIII

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XXVIII

I still a complication view,

My country’s honour and repute

Demands that I translate for you

The letter which Tattiana wrote.

At Russ she was by no means clever

And read our newspapers scarce ever,

And in her native language she

Possessed nor ease nor fluency,

So she in French herself expressed.

I cannot help it I declare,

Though hitherto a lady ne’er

In Russ her love made manifest,

And never hath our language proud

In correspondence been allowed.