Tattiana would attempt to fly,

She cannot - then impatiently

She strains her throat to force a cry -

She cannot - Eugene oped the door

And the young girl appeared before

Those hellish phantoms. Peals arise

Of frantic laughter, and all eyes

And hoofs and crooked snouts and paws,

Tails which a bushy tuft adorns,

Whiskers and bloody tongues and horns,

Sharp rows of tushes, bony claws,

Are turned upon her. All combine

In one great shout: she's mine! she's mine!

XX.

"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 Oneguine 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 Oneguine fiercely shook

And gazed around with eyes of flame;

The unbidden guests he roughly chides -

Tattiana motionless abides.

XXI.

The strife grew furious and Eugene

Grasped a long knife and instantly

Struck Lenski dead - across the scene

Dark shadows thicken - a dread cry

Was uttered, and the cabin shook -

Tattiana terrified awoke.