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centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title
is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering.
- Eugene Onegin Act I -
Did you hear beyond the grove, the voice in the night
of the singer of love and sadness?
When the fields lay still in the hour of dawn,
did you hear the shepherd’s pipe, doleful and simple?
Did you hear? Did you hear the sound so simple?
- They are singing, and I too used to sing in years long passed.
- You were young then!
- How I loved Richardson! My cousin Princess Alina told me of him.
- Did you sigh, listening to the singer’s song of love and sadness?
- When you saw the sad eyes of a man in a forest, did you sigh?
- Back then, before you married, your dreams were of another!
He was a glorious dandy, a gambler and a sergeant of the guard!
- How well I dressed fashionably then! It became me!
- Years long passed! Always in fashion and good taste!
- But suddenly without my consent…
- They married you to another.
- How I cried! I nearly divorced him.
- To dissipate your despair, the master came here.
- Later I found contentment in household matters.
- You occupied yourself and became contented. God be praised!
Routine is given to us from above as a substitute for happiness.
The corset, album, Princess Pauline,
the notebook of sentimental poetry… I forgot it all.
You started calling Celina plain Akulka, and finally,
you accepted your plain cotton-quilted robe and cap.
Routine is given to us from above as a substitute for happiness.
But my husband loved me with all his heart,
and trusted me wholly in everything.
Routine is given to us from above as a substitute for happiness.
My swift legs hurt from walking.
My white hands hurt from working.
My fiery heart throbs from worrying.
I don’t know what to do, how to forget my sweet one.
My swift legs hurt from walking.
My white hands hurt from working.
Greetings, Mother-Lady, our dear provider!
We bring you a decorated sheath. We are done with the harvest.
Excellent! I am happy to see you. Sing something merry!
As you wish, dear mother. Let’s entertain the lady!
Hey girls, get in a circle! Hurry and take your places!
Over a little bridge, over the white hazel-tree planks,
a young lad walked by, as handsome as a raspberry.
Over his shoulder he carries a club,
beneath his coat a bagpipe, beneath the other, a penny whistle.
The sun has set, but perhaps you are not sleeping?
Come out Sasha or Masha or the sweet little Parasha!
Parashenka came out and told her sweetheart:
Don’t be mad I am wearing only what I had on,
a shirt filled with holes and a short camisole!