Е. Онегин, ч. 1, XXI - пер. А. С. Пушкина

Applauses tide. Onegin enters
And goes over feet among the chairs,
The double lorgnette he's aiming
To boxes with unknown ladies.
He glances all the circles, rather
Despleased with their faces, garments;
With men he is exchanging bows
For all sides round, then he goes
To take a place and to look on scene
With absent-minded face's image,
Turned back - opened his lips,
Yawned: "All is to be finished,
The ballets I was bearing much,
Even Didlo is boring such".