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IV

“Say, of the two which was Tattiana?”

“She who with melancholy face

And silent as the maid Svetlana

Hard by the window took her place.”⁠—

“The younger, you’re in love with her!”

“Well!”⁠—“I the elder should prefer,

Were I like you a bard by trade⁠—

In Olga’s face no life’s displayed.

’Tis a Madonna of Vandyk,

An oval countenance and pink,

Yon silly moon upon the brink

Of the horizon she is like!”⁠—

Vladimir something curtly said

Nor further comment that night made.