XVIII

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XVIII

All bustle when he makes a sign:

He drinks, all drink and loudly call;

He smiles, in laughter all combine;

He knits his brows⁠—’tis silent all.

He there is master⁠—that is plain;

Tattiana courage doth regain

And grown more curious by far

Just placed the entrance door ajar.

The wind rose instantly, blew out

The fire of the nocturnal lights;

A trouble fell upon the sprites;

Onegin lightning glances shot;

Furious he from the table rose;

All arise. To the door he goes.