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âAh! come, Tattiana, come to me!
Is it a dream, and can it be?
Cousin, remembârest Grandison?â
âWhat! Grandison?ââ ââYes, certainly!â
âOh! I remember, where is he?ââ â
âHere, he resides with Simeon.
He called upon me Christmas Eveâ â
His son is married, just conceive!â XXXIX
âAnd heâ âbut of him presentlyâ â
To-morrow Tania we will show,
What say you? to the familyâ â
Alas! abroad I cannot go.
See, I can hardly crawl aboutâ â
But you must both be quite tired out!
Let us go seek a little restâ â
Ah! Iâm so weakâ âmy throbbing breast!
Oppressive now is happiness,
Not only sorrowâ âAh! my dear,
Now I am fit for nothing here.
In old age life is weariness!â
Then weeping she sank back distressed
And fits of coughing racked her chest.
By the sick ladyâs gaiety
And kindness Tania was impressed,
But, her own room in memory,
The strange apartment her oppressed:
Repose her silken curtains fled,
She could not sleep in her new bed.
The early tinkling of the bells
Which of approaching labour tells
Aroused Tattiana from her bed.
The maiden at her casement sits
As daylight glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah! discerns nor wood nor meadâ â
Beneath her lay a strange courtyard,
A stable, kitchen, fence appeared.
To consanguineous dinners they
Conduct Tattiana constantly,
That grandmothers and grandsires may
Contemplate her sad reverie.
We Russians, friends from distant parts
Ever receive with kindly hearts
And exclamations and good cheer.
âHow Tania grows! Doth it appear
Long since I held thee at the fontâ â
Since in these arms I thee did bearâ â
And since I pulled thee by the earâ â
And I to give thee cakes was wont?ââ â
Then the old dames in chorus sing,
âOh! how our years are vanishing!â
But nothing changed in them is seen,
All in the good old style appears,
Our dear old aunt, Princess HelĂšne,
Her cap of tulle still ever wears:
Luceria Lvovna paint applies,
Amy Petrovna utters lies,
Ivan PetrĂČvitch still a gaby,
Simeon PetrĂČvitch just as shabby;
PĂ©lagie Nikolavna has
Her friend Monsieur Finemouche the same,
Her wolf-dog and her husband tame;
Still of his club he member wasâ â
As deaf and silly doth remain,
Still eats and drinks enough for twain.
Their daughters kiss Tattiana fair.
In the beginning, cold and mute,
Moscowâs young Graces at her stare,
Examine her from head to foot.
They deem her somewhat finical,
Outlandish and provincial,
A trifle pale, a trifle lean,
But plainer girls they oft had seen.
Obedient then to Natureâs law,
With her they did associate,
Squeeze tiny hands and osculate;
Her tresses curled in fashion saw,
And oft in whispers would impart
A maidenâs secretsâ âof the heart.
Triumphsâ âtheir own or those of friendsâ â
Hopes, frolics, dreams and sentiment
Their harmless conversation blends
With scandalâs trivial ornament.
Then to reward such confidence
Her amorous experience
With mute appeal to ask they seemâ â
But Tania just as in a dream
Without participation hears,
Their voices nought to her impart
And the lone secret of her heart,
Her sacred hoard of joy and tears,
She buries deep within her breast
Nor aught confides unto the rest.
Tattiana would have gladly heard
The converse of the world polite,
But in the drawing-room all appeared
To find in gossip such delight,
Speech was so tame and colourless
Their slander eâen was weariness;
In their sterility of prattle,
Questions and news and tittle-tattle,
No sense was ever manifest
Though by an error and unsoughtâ â
The languid mind could smile at nought,
Heart would not throb albeit in jestâ â
Even amusing fools we miss
In thee, thou world of empty bliss.
In groups, official striplings glance
Conceitedly on Tania fair,
And views amongst themselves advance
Unfavourable unto her.
But one buffoon unhappy deemed
Her the ideal which he dreamed,
And leaning âgainst the portal closed
To her an elegy composed.
Also one ViĂĄzemski, remarking
Tattiana by a poor auntâs side,
Successfully to please her tried,
And an old gent the poet marking
By Tania, smoothing his peruke,
To ask her name the trouble took.88
But where Melpomene doth rave
With lengthened howl and accent loud,
And her bespangled robe doth wave
Before a cold indifferent crowd,
And where Thalia softly dreams
And heedless of approval seems,
Terpsichore alone among
Her sisterhood delights the young
(So âtwas with us in former years,
In your young days and also mine),
Never upon my heroine
The jealous dame her lorgnette veers,
The connoisseur his glances throws
From boxes or from stalls in rows.
To the assembly her they bear.
There the confusion, pressure, heat,
The crash of music, candlesâ glare
And rapid whirl of many feet,
The ladiesâ dresses airy, light,
The motley moving mass and bright,
Young ladies in a vasty curve,
To strike imagination serve.
âTis there that arrant fops display
Their insolence and waistcoats white
And glasses unemployed all night;
Thither hussars on leave will stray
To clank the spur, delight the fairâ â
And vanish like a bird in air.
Full many a lovely star hath night
And Moscow many a beauty fair:
Yet clearer shines than every light
The moon in the blue atmosphere.
And she to whom my lyre would fain,
Yet dares not, dedicate its strain,
Shines in the female firmament
Like a full moon magnificent.
Lo! with what pride celestial
Her feet the earth beneath her press!
Her heart how full of gentleness,
Her glance how wild yet genial!
Enough, enough, conclude thy layâ â
For follyâs dues thou hadst to pay.
Noise, laughter, bowing, hurrying mixt,
Gallop, mazurka, waltzingâ âsee!
A pillar by, two aunts betwixt,
Tania, observed by nobody,
Looks upon all with absent gaze
And hates the worldâs discordant ways.
âTis noisome to her there: in thought
Again her rural life she sought,
The hamlet, the poor villagers,
The little solitary nook
Where shining runs the tiny brook,
Her garden, and those books of hers,
And the lime alleyâs twilight dim
Where the first time she met with him.
Thus widely meditation erred,
Forgot the world, the noisy ball,
Whilst from her countenance neâer stirred
The eyes of a grave general.
Both aunts looked knowing as a judge,
Each gave Tattianaâs arm a nudge
And in a whisper did repeat:
âLook quickly to your left, my sweet!â
âThe left? Why, what on earth is there?ââ â
âNo matter, look immediately.
There, in that knot of company,
Two dressed in uniform appearâ â
Ah! he has gone the other wayââ â
âWho? Is it that stout general, pray?ââ â
Let us congratulations pay
To our Tattiana conquering,
And for a time our course delay,
That I forget not whom I sing.
Let me explain that in my song
âI celebrate a comrade young
And the extent of his caprice;
O epic Muse, my powers increase
And grant success to labour long;
Having a trusty staff bestowed,
Grant that I
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