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“Mine!” cried Eugene with savage tone.

The troop of apparitions fled,

And in the frosty night alone

Remained with him the youthful maid.

With tranquil air Onegin leads

Tattiana to a corner, bids

Her on a shaky bench sit down;

His head sinks slowly, rests upon

Her shoulder⁠—Olga swiftly came⁠—

And Lenski followed⁠—a light broke⁠—

His fist Onegin fiercely shook

And gazed around with eyes of flame;

The unbidden guests he roughly chides⁠—

Tattiana motionless abides.