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Lensky and Onegin are shown in. I've taken the liberty of bringing a friend along. May I introduce Onegin, my neighbour. These are my daughters. I love this garden, so shady and secluded, one is so comfortable here! I'll go and see to things in the house to the girls You entertain our guests.

I won't be long. She leaves, making a sign to Tatyana not to be shy. Lensky and Onegin walk over to the right, conversing; Tatyana and Olga stand on the opposite side, soliloquizing. I'm very curious to know. I know, I know that this is he! OLGA Oh, I knew, I knew that the appearance of Onegin would make a great impression on everyone and give the neighbours plenty to talk about!

Her face is as round and rosy … LENSKY … wave and rock, poetry and prose, ice and flame, are not as different as we are! OLGA Everyone will start to whisper, joke, judge - not without malice! OLGA … Tanya's suitor! Lensky approaches Olga. I see you once again!

An eternity! OLGA Eternity! What a dreadful word! Olga and Lensky stroll off into the garden. ONEGIN to Tatyana Tell me, is it not dreadfully boring for you here in the depths of the country, which, though lovely, is so far away? I don't suppose you get much amusement. I used to be the same at one time. They stroll away; Olga and Lensky return. Always, everywhere, one dream alone, one constant longing, one insistent sadness! As a boy I was captivated by you, when heartache was still unknown; I witnessed, with tender emotion, your childish games. Beneath the grove's protecting boughs I shared those games.

Ah, I love you, I love you with that love known only to a poet's heart. For you alone I dream. I love you, I love you, eternally, and nothing - not the chilling distance, the hour of parting, nor pleasure's clamour - can quench that heart aflame with love's virgin fire! OLGA In rural tranquillity … … we grew up together; and do you remember how our parents destined us, even as children, for cach other? Mme Larina and Filipyevna come out onto the terrace. It has grown darker, and within minutes night will have fallen. But wherever has Tanya got to? Filipyevna leaves. To Lensky.

Please come in. Tatyana and Onegin return, followed by Filipyevna who is trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Tatyana is still painfully shy. ONEGIN My uncle was a man of the highest principels; when he finally took to his bed he forced the respect of all and it was the best thing he could do. May others profit from his example! But, my God, what a bore it was, sitting by an invalid day and night, never daring to move a step away! She's dread fully shy!

I wonder! Suppose she's taken a fancy to this new young man? Tatyana, in a white nightdress, is sitting before her mirror, lost in thought. Filipyevna stands beside her. It's time for bed, Tanya, I'll wake you early for mass; go to sleep quickly. Open the window and come and sit by me. Filipyevna opens the window and sits on a chair near Tatyana. Let's talk about the old days. I used to know any number of old tales and fairy stories about evil spirits and beautiful maidens, but now my memory's gone: I've forgotten all I knew, that's a fact!

I'm getting old. In those days one didn't talk of love, or my late mother-in-law would have chased me from the face of the earth! My Vanya was even younger than me, my love, and I was only thirteen! For a week or two the marriage broker kept calling on my parents, and finally my father gave his consent. I cried bitterly with fright; I wept when they undid my maiden plait and led me with songs to the church. And I found myself installed in a strange family … But you're not listening to me! Let me sprinkle you with holy water. You're feverish. Give me a pen and some paper, nurse, and move the table up; I'll soon go to bed.

Filipyevna does as Tatyana has asked, then shuts the window, draws the curtains and kisses her good night. Tatyana remains sunk in thought, then rises in a state of great agitation with an expression of determination on her face. Life's sweetness is known to me! I drink the magic potion of desire! I am beset by visions! Everywhere, everywhere I look, I see my fatal tempter! Wherever I look, I see him! She goes to the writing table, sits down, writes, then pauses. No, that's all wrong! I'll begin again! I'm all on fire! I don't know how to begin! She writes, then pauses and reads it over. What more is there to say?

Now, I know, it is within your power to punish me with disdain! But if you nourish one grain of pity for my unhappy lot, you will not abandon me. At first I wished to remain silent; then, believe me, you would never have known my shame, never! O yes, I swore to lock within my breast this avowal of a mad and ardent passion. Alas, I have not the strength to subdue my heart! Come what may, I am prepared! I will confess all! He shall know all!

She writes. Buried in this remote countryside, I should never have known you, nor should I have known this torment. The turbulence of a youthful heart, calmed by time, who knows? No, not to any other in the world would I have given my heart! It is decreed on high, It is the will of heaven: I am yours! My whole life has been a pledge of this inevitable encounter; I know this: God sent you to me, you are my keeper till the grave!

You appeared before me in my dreams; as yet unseen, you were already dear, your wondrous gaze filled me with longing, your voice resounded in my heart long ago … no, it was no dream! As soon as you arrived, I recognized you, I almost swooned, began to blaze with passion, and to myself I said: 'Tis he! I know it! I have heard you … Have you not spoken to me in the silence when I visited the poor or sought in prayer some solace for the anguish of my soul? And just this very moment, was it not you, dear vision, that flamed in the limpid darkness, stooped gently at my bedside and with joy and love whispered words of hope?

She returns to the table and sits down again to write. My guardian angel or a wily tempter? Put my doubts at rest. Maybe this is all an empty dream, the self? But so be it!


My fate henceforth I entrust to you; in tears before you, your protection I implore, I implore. Imagine: I am all alone here! No one understands me! I can think no more, and must perish in silence! I wait for you, I wait for you! Speak the word to revive my heart's fondest hopes or shatter this oppressive dream with, alas, the scorn, alas, the scorn I have deserved! She goes swiftly to the table, hurriedly finishes the letter and signs and seals it. It's too frightening to read over, I swoon from shame and fear, but his honour is my guarantee and in that I put my trust! She goes to the window and draws aside the curtains.

The room is immediately flooded with a rosy dawnlight. A shepherd's pipe is heard in the distance. Ah, night is past, everything is awake … and the sun is rising. The shepherd is playing his pipe … Everything is peaceful. While I … I … The door opens softly and Filipyevna enters the room. Get up! Why, you're up already, my pretty one! My little early bird! I was so anxious last night … Well, my child, thank God you're well! Not a trace of last night's upset. Your cheeks are red as poppies! TATYANA Then, send your grandson, on the quiet, with this note to O … to that … to our neighbour, and tell him not to breathe a word and not to mention my name.

I'm not as bright as I was! We've lots of neighbours round about, do you want me to go through them all? Which one do you mean? Talk sense! What do I want with your wits? You know how slow I am. You know I'm slow! Go and send your grandson! The nurse takes the letter, and after some hesitation, finally signifies that she understands and leaves. Tatyana sits at the table and, resting her elbows upon it, again becomes lost in thought.

Thick lilac and acacia bushes, neglected flower beds and an old wooden bench. Servant girls, picking fruit in the background, sing as they work. Trip merrily, my friends, and sing a song, a favourite song to lure a handsome lad to join our dance! When the handsome lad is lured, when he approaches us, let's run away, my friends, pelting him with cherries, with cherries, with berries, with redcurrants! Don't you come eavesdropping on our favourite songs, don't you come spying on our girlish play!

Pretty maidens, etc. The servant girls move off, their singing dies away. Tatyana enters, running quickly, and sinks exhausted onto the bench. He's here, Eugene! Dear God! Dear God, what must he have thought? What will he say? Oh why did I obey my aching heart alone, and, lacking all self control, write him that letter! Indeed, my heart now tells me that my fatal tempter will only laugh at me! Oh my God!

How miserable I am, how contemptible! Footsteps … they are drawing closer … Yes, it is he, it is he! Onegin enters. Tatyana leaps to her feet and stands with lowered head as he approaches. Don't deny it. I have read the avowal of a trusting heart, the outpouring of an innocent love; your candour touched me deeply. It has stirred feelings long since dormant. I won't commend you for this, But I will repay you with an equally guileless avowal. Hear my confession, then judge me as you will!

How humiliating and how painful! ONEGIN If I wished to pass my life within the confines of the family circle, and a kindly fate had decreed for me the role of husband and father, then, most like, I would not choose any other bride than you. But I was not made for wedded bliss, it is foreign to my soul, your perfections are vain, I am quite unworthy of them. Believe me, I give you my word, marriage would be a torment for us.

No matter how much I loved you, habit would kill that love. Judge what a thorny bed of roses Hymen would prepare for us, and, perhaps, to be endured at length! One cannot return to dreams and youth, I cannot renew my soul! I love you with a brother's love, a brother's love or, perhaps, more than that! Perhaps, perhaps more than that! Listen to me without getting angry, more than once will a girl exchange one passing fancy for another. Learn to control your feelings; … … Not everyone will understand you as I do. Inexperience leads to disaster! When a handsome lad is lured, when he approaches us, let's run away, my friends, pelting him with cherries.

Don't you come eavesdropping, don't you come spying on our girlish play!

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The voices of the servant girls die away. Onegin offers Tatyana his arm; after giving him a long, imploring look, she rises mechanically, accepts his arm and they leave slowly. Uniformed officers are among the guests. As the curtain rises, the younger people are dancing a waltz while the older ones watch admiringly.

Onegin is dancing with Tatyana and Lensky with Olga. Mme Larina bustles about with the air of an anxious hostess. We never expected a military band! Revelry - and to spare! A long time has passed since we were so entertained! A marvellous party, would you not all agree? Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo! What a lovely surprise! A splendid surprise for us all! The hunt is our only amusement, dear to us is its hubbub and stir. The whole day they dash over hill and dale, marshland and scrub!

They tire themselves out, then collapse into bed, and that's all the amusement we poor women get! Onegin is still dancing with Tatyana. The other couples stop dancing and watch them. Just look! The lovebirds are dancing together! Thy say he's a gambler! Onegin, passing, overhears the conversation. I've heard more than enough of this repulsive tittle? It serves me right, all his! Why did I ever come to this stupid ball?

I won't forgive Vladimir This service! I'll flirt with Olga … That'll make him mad! Here she is! Olqa seems undecided. Olga and Onegin dance: he plies her with exaggerated attentions to which she responds with evident gratification. Heavens, what's happening to me! What a surprise! A marvellous party! What a delicious treat! We never expected A military band! Isn't that so? Don't you agree? A marvellous party, don't you agree?

Indeed, we never expected a military band! A marvellous party, etc. As soon as the dance ends, Lensky approaches Olga. Oh, Olga, how cruelly you treat me! What have I done?

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I asked you, but was refused! OLGA Vladimir, this is ridiculous, you're angry about nothing at all! How could I be indifferent while you laughed and flirted with him? He was leaning over you and squeezing your hand! I saw it all! OLGA That's all stuff and nonsense! You have no reason to be jealous, we were only chatting; he's very nice!

Oh, Olga, you don't love me! OLGA How strange you are! Will you dance the cotillon with me'? Onegin approaches them. You promised me, didn't you'? All the young ladies are coming this way with Triquet. But where, I ask, is Mademoiselle? The guests form a circle, placing Tatyana in the middle, where, despite her embarrassment and attempts to escape, she has to stand while M. Triquet adresses his couplets to her. Mesdames, I will begin. Please to not interrupt me. As guests, let us pay tribute to the charm and beauty of the one whose name-day we celebrate. Her sweet, enchanting countenance sheds radiance all around.

What a pleasure, what a joy to see her! Shine upon us forever, beautiful Tatyana! Your verses are wonderful and very, very nicely sung! May she be like a star in our country's firmament, ever shining and casting light, illuminating our days and nights. Tatyana curtsies confusedly and Triquet hands her the verses with an exaggerated bow.

If you please! The Captain offers Tatyana his arm and leads off the dance. Onegin and Olga dance together for a while, then Onegin escorts her back to her seat. Lensky is standing gloomily behind them. Onegin turns to Lensky, pretending he has only just noticed him there. You're standing around like some Childe Harold! What's up with you? Olga is chosen for a figure in the mazurka. I didn't expect such an avowal! What are you sulking about? Not at all! The guests gradually leave off dancing as they become aware of the quarrel.

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Out of love for me, you evidently want to ruin Olga, upset her peace of mind, and then have a good laugh at her expense! Oh, how admirable! You must be mad! You insult me, and then you call me a madman! Everybody stops dancing. The guests surround the quarrelling men. What's going on there? What's the matter? You're no longer my friend!

I no longer wish to be on close terms with you! I … despise you! What a quarrel has blown up! This is no laughing matter! We've attracted enough attention with our quarrel! I haven't disturbed anyone's peace of mind yet, and neither, I admit, have I any intention of doing so! She laughed and blushed! What were you saying to her?

You've insulted me and I demand satisfaction! Tell us. Tell us what has happened. Onegin to explain his behaviour to me! He does not wish to do so, so I ask him to accept my challenge. In our house! Spare us, spare us! In your house! In your house, as in a golden dream, my childhood years flowed gently by! In your house I first tasted the joys of a pure, serene love! But today, I have learnt … … something different, I have learnt that life is no romantic novel, that honour is but a sound, friendship an empty … ONEGIN In the depths of my heart I am displeased with myself.

Like an ice? LENSKY I have learnt here that … … a young girl may be beautiful as an angel, sweet and lovely as the day, but in her heart, in her heart as wicked and sly as a fiend! Young men are so hot? They argue, they quarrel and soon there's a fight! They argue, etc. They always act on impulse! I feel it in my heart, but destruction by him is dear to me! I am doomed, I am doomed, my heart told me as much, I dare not, I cannot complain!

OLGA Oh, men are so hot? His heart is consumed with jealousy, but I'm not in the least to blame, not in the least! They always act on impulse, they can't avoid quarrelling, etc. Not a moment passes without some quarrel! They argue, they quarrel, and suddenly they're ready for a fight! He cannot make me happy. I am doomed, my heart tells me as much, I know it! Men can't avoid quarrelling. They argue, they quarrel, etc.


You are innocent, my angel, you are innocent, innocent, my angel! He is a vile, crafty, heartless betrayer! He shall be punished! I dare not complain! OLGA Ah, men are such hot? I am not in the least to blame, not in the least! Young men are such hot-heads! But there's nothing to be done - Now I must answer the insult! I have heard you out: you're mad, you're mad! And you shall be taught a lesson! We shall see, who will teach whom a lesson! Onegin hurls himself upon Lensky, but the two men are separated and restrained. Onegin moves to one side and turns his back.

Tatyana is in tears. We won't allow them to fight a duel, shed blood in a dispute! We just won't allow them to leave. Hold them, hold them, hold them! Indeed, they shall not leave the house! Farewell for ever! Lensky rushes out; Onegin also leaves quickly. Olga runs after Lensky, but falls fainting into her mother's arms. Early morning; the sun has barely risen. It is winter. Lensky is sitting under a tree, lost in thought.

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  • His second, Zaretsky, is pacing up and down. It seems your opponent hasn't appeared. I thought he'd be waiting for us! Zaretsky goes over to the mill and enters into conversation with the miller, who has just appeared at his door. What does the coming day hold for me? My gaze searches in vain; all is shrouded in darkness! No matter: Fate's law is just. Blessed is the day of care, blessed, too, the coming of darkness! Early in the morning the dawn-light gleams and the day begins to brighten, while I, perhaps, will enter the mysterious shadow of the grave!

    And the memory of a young poet will be engulfed by Lethe's sluggish stream. The world will forget me; but you, You! To me alone he devoted the sad dawn of his storm? Oh, Olga, I loved you, to you alone I devoted the sad dawn of my storm? Oh, Olga, I loved you! My heart's beloved, my desired one, come, oh come! My desired one, come, I am your betrothed, come, come! I wait for you, my desired one, come, come; I am your betrothed! Where, where, where have you gone, golden days, golden days of my youth? Zaretsky returns to Lensky. But who's your friend with? I can't make it out!

    Onegin comes in with his manservant, Guillot, who carries the pistols. I'm a little late. Where's your second? My second? This is he: Monsieur Guillot. I don't envisage any objection to my choice; although he's not well known, still, he's a decent fellow, of course. Guillot bows deeply, Zaretsky returns his bow coldly. Shall we begin? The two seconds withdraw to one side to discuss the conditions of the duel. Lensky and Onegin stand with their backs to each other, waiting.

    Is it long since the thirst for blood drove us apart? Is it so long since we shared everything, our meals, our thoughts, our leisure, as friends together? Now in anger, like hereditary enemies, we silently and coldbloodedly prepare to destroy each other. Oh, should we not burst out laughing before we stain our hands with blood, and should we not part friends? The seconds have loaded the pistols and in measured the distance. Zaretsky separates the principals and hands them their pistols. Everything is done in silence.

    Guillot, in embarrassment, hides behind a tree. He claps his hands three times. The adversaries take four steps forward. Onegin raises his pistol.

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    As he does so, Lensky begins to take aim. Onegin fires. Lensky falls. Zaretsky and Onegin rush towards him. Zaretsky examines him intently. Aghast, Onegin clasps his head in his hands. A ball is just beginning with the introductory polonaise, and couples pass through, dancing, from time to time. When it ends, several seat themselves or stand around, conversing. Onegin is standing near the wall, alone. The brilliance and bustle of society cannot dispel my constant world? Having killed my best friend in a duel, having no aim, no work, I have reached the age of twenty?

    Restlessness held me in thrall, the desire for constant change of scene, an extremely vexing trait, a cross that few would choose! I left my country estates, the solitude of woods and fields, where a bloodstained ghost confronted me every day! I began to travel, aimlessly, going where fancy led me … And what happened?

    I found, to my disgust, that travel was boring, too! I returned and went, like Chatsky, straight from a ship to a ball! As it ends, Prince Gremin enters with Tatyana on his arm, richly but very tastefully dressed. She seats herself on a sofa. Guests come up to her continually and greet her with deference.

    Which is she? Over there, look! The one who's just sat down by that table. Her serene beauty is delightful! Surely … no! From the backwoods of that village in the steppes? It's impossible! And how unaffected, how dignified, how perfectly at ease! She bears herself like a queen! Tatyana turns to those near her and indicates with a glance that she is referring to Onegin, who has just been approached by Prince Gremin.

    I can't quite make him out. He's been travelling abroad … And now, here's Onegin back with us! Wait a moment, and I'll present you. I didn't know! Have you been married long? Onegin, I shan't disguise the fact that I love Tatyana to distraction! My life was slipping drearily away; she appeared and brightened it like a ray of sunlight in a stormy sky, and brought me life and youth, yes, youth and happiness! Among these sly, poor? Love is no respecter of age, etc.

    So come, I'll present you to her. He leads Onegin to Tatyana. My dear, allow me to introduce an old friend and relation of mine, Onegin. Onegin bows deeply. Tatyana responds simply and with no apparent trace of embarrassment. We've met before. Yes … a longtime ago. From our parts perhaps? I've been abroad for quite a time. Tatyana leaves on Prince Gremin's arm, returning the greetinngs of the guests. Onegin follows her with his eyes. The same girl, whom in her humble station I disdained? Was this really her, so poised, so self-possessed? But what's the matter with me?

    I must be dreaming! What is stirring in the depths of my cold and slothful heart? Vexation, vanity or, once again, that preoccupation of youth — love? Alas, there's no doubt, I'm in love, in love like a boy, a passionate youth! Let me perish, but first let me summon, in dazzling hope the magic poison of desire, intoxicate myself with dreams! Everywhere, everywhere I look I see that beloved, desired image! Wherever I look, I see her! Tatyana, in elegant morning dress, enters holding a letter. Once more Onegin has crossed my path like a relentless apparition!

    His burning glance has troubled my heart and reawakened my dormant passion so that I feel like a young girl again and as if nothing had ever parted us! She weeps. Onegin appears at the door. He stands for a moment gazing passionately at the weeping Tatyana, then runs to her and falls to his knees at her feet. She looks at him, evincing neither anger nor surprise, then motions him to rise. Onegin, do you remember that time when, in the avenue in our garden, fate brought us together and I listened so meekly to your lecture?

    I was so mistaken; I have been cruelly punished! And I loved you, but what, then, what response did I find in your heart? Only severity! Am I not right in thinking, that A simple young girl's love was no novelty to you? Even now … dear God, my blood runs cold whenever I recall that cold look, that sermon! But I do not blame you … In that dreadful moment you behaved honourably, you acted correctly towards me. At that time, I suppose, in the back of beyond, far from the frivolity of social gossip, you didn't find me attractive.

    Why, then, do you pursue me now? Why am I the object of such attentions? Could it be because I now frequent the highest circles, because I am rich and of the nobility, because my husband, wounded in battle, enjoys, on that account, the favour of the court? Could it not be that my disgrace would now be generally remarked and would confer upon you the reputation of a seducer? My God! Is it possible that in my humble pleading your cold look sees nothing but the wiles of a despicable cunning? Your reproach torments me!

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    If you only knew how terrible it is to suffer love's torments, to endure and to constantly check the fever in the blood by reason, to long to clasp your knees and, weeping at your feet, pour out prayers, avowals, reproaches, all, all that words can express! Happiness was within our reach, so close! So close! I am married; you must, I beg you, leave me! Leave you! You must. I beg you to leave me. I love you! Overwhelmed by her confession, she sinks on Onegin's breast. He embraces her, but she recovers her composure quickly and frees herself. What was that word you spoke?

    O joy! Oh, my life! You are again the Tatyana of former days! You cannot bring back the past! I am another's now, my fate is already decided, I shall always be true to him. She tries to leave, but sinks down, overcome. Onegin kneels before her.