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“Whither away? Deuce take the bard!”⁠—

“Good-bye, Onegin, I must go.”⁠—

“I won’t detain you; but ’tis hard

To guess how you the eve pull through.”⁠—

“At Làrina’s.”⁠—“Hem, that is queer!

Pray is it not a tough affair

Thus to assassinate the eve?”⁠—

“Not at all.”⁠—“That I can’t conceive!

’Tis something of this sort I deem.

In the first place, say, am I right?

A Russian household simple quite,

Who welcome guests with zeal extreme,

Preserves and an eternal prattle

About the rain and flax and cattle.”⁠—