Confession of Onegin in love Tatyana passage. I foresee everything: you will be offended

I am writing to you - what’s more?
What more can I say?
Now, I know in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate share
Though keeping a drop of pity
You will not leave me.
At first I wanted to be silent;
Believe me: my shame
You never knew
When I had hope
At least once a week
In our village see you
Just to hear your speech
You say a word, and then
All think, think about one thing
And day and night until we meet again.
But they say you are unsociable;
In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
Although you are welcome and innocent.

Why did you visit us?
In the wilderness of a forgotten village
I never knew you
I would not know bitter torment.
Souls of inexperienced excitement
Resigned to the times (who knows?),
In my heart I would find a friend
Would be a faithful spouse
And a virtuous mother.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
I would not give my heart!
That in the above is destined for advice ...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a guarantee
A faithful date with you;
I know you're sent to me by god
To the grave you are my keeper ...
You appeared to me in dreams
Invisible, you were already sweet to me
Your wonderful look tormented me
In your soul your voice rang out
For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
You just walked in, I instantly found out
All froze, burned
And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
Isn't that right? I heard you:
You spoke to me in silence
When I helped the poor
Or a prayer
Yearning for a worried soul?
And at that very moment
Aren't you sweet vision
In the clear darkness flashed
Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
Not you, with joy and love,
Whispered words of hope to me?
Who are you, my guardian angel
Or an insidious tempter:
Allow my doubts.
Maybe it's all empty
Deception of an inexperienced soul!
And completely different is destined ...
But so be it! My fate
From now on I hand you
Before you pour tears
I beg your protection ...
Imagine: I'm here alone
Nobody understands me,
My mind is exhausted
And silently I must perish.
I'm waiting for you: with one look
Hope hearts revive
Or interrupt a heavy dream,
Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
I shame with shame and fear ...
But my honor is your guarantee
And boldly I entrust myself to her ...
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Excerpt from the novel in verse.

Analysis of the poem "Letter of Tatiana to Onegin" by Pushkin

Tatyana’s letter to Onegin is an unconscious impulse of a desperate girl. When the novel Eugene Onegin was published, it made a great impression on the readers, and for a long time was considered a model for the presentation of female innermost thoughts. With a careful analysis in the letter, however, many overly “far-fetched” thoughts become noticeable. It is beautiful in presentation, but too saturated with romanticism.

The main advantage of the letter is its simplicity and candor. Tatyana is truly sincere, she does not hesitate to freely express her views.
Tatyana comes to Onegin's house. Through his surroundings and objects belonging to the owner, she is completely immersed in the inner world of her beloved person. The main source of revelation are books from the Onegin library. Tatyana was a simple village girl, from whom the feelings and motives of people in high society were hidden. Reading books gave her an understanding of Onegin's personality.

Tatyana Larina realized that living on the attraction of the heart is possible only, experiencing incredible suffering. “Book” science expanded the concept of a girl, but did not give a real feeling of all passions. Life is impossible to learn from books. The world of human sorrows frightened Tatyana already in theory. She decided to submit to the requirements of society, and hide the true feelings and beliefs deep in her soul.
Visiting Evgeny’s home and reading his books is a central episode in the formation of a secular woman from Tatiana. This rebirth shocked Onegin, who did not expect to see so much mind in a simple village girl, based on a subtle understanding of reality.

In a decisive explanation with Onegin, Tatyana showed the best qualities of an educated woman of high society. She is still sincere, but now she knows the real price and consequences of manifesting innermost feelings. Tatyana values \u200b\u200bher virtue, which is so important in society. She reproaches Onegin for not responding to her love in the past, as he strove for seduction, that is, for his victory over a woman’s heart. The conquest “without a fight” was uninteresting and boring for him. In the current situation, Tatyana no longer believes in Eugene’s love. She believes that they are again driven by a low desire to achieve fame through the scandalous history of treason.

The tragedy of Tatiana lies in her entry into society as a respectable spouse (“I will be faithful to him for a century”). A young inexperienced passion faced cold reason. Having learned all the secrets of the upper world, Tatyana forever closed her heart to others. She is constantly haunted by a fear of public condemnation. From this moment, Tatiana’s behavior becomes impeccable in the eyes of people, even the shadow of suspicion cannot fall on him.

Hello dear.
We continue with you the analysis of "Eugene Onegin." Let me remind you that the last time we stopped here:
So...
There is no doubt: alas! Evgeny
In love with Tatyana;
In the longing of love thoughts
And he spends day and night.
The mind does not heed strict penalties,
To her porch, the glass canopy
He drives up every day;
He pursues her like a shadow;
He is happy if she throws
Boa furry on the shoulder,
Or touch hot
Her arms, or parted
Before her is a motley regiment of liveries,
Or a handkerchief will lift her.

Boa is not a state in India, as someone might think, but a women's scarf, a bandage made of fur or feathers. Livery is uniform with galloons for porters, footmen, coachmen and others like him.

She doesn't notice him
No matter how he fights, even die.
He takes home freely
On a visit with him he says three words,
Sometimes he will meet with one bow
Sometimes she won’t notice at all:
There is not a bit of flirtation in her -
He does not tolerate the Upper Light.
Onegin begins to turn pale:
She is not visible, il is not sorry;
Onegin dries and barely
Already not suffering from consumption.
Everyone sends Onegin to the doctors,
Those in chorus send him to the waters.

Hmmm ... I also know a sentence of 3 words :-)) But Eugene somehow really got ... Almost consuming (suffering from tuberculosis) is already too much. Mansion to the waters - this is not what can be assumed first thing. Isn’t you going to the water? This is a hint of some Borjomi with Kislovodsk, or European Baden with Carlsbad. Just a fashion for treatment on the waters appeared :-)

But he does not go; he is in advance
Ready to write to great-grandfathers
About the imminent meeting; and Tatyana
And there is no matter (their gender is that);
But he’s stubborn, he doesn’t want to lag behind
Still hoping, busy;
Dare to be healthy, sick
Princess weak hand
He writes a passionate message.
Though it’s not good at all
He did not see letters in letters;
But, know, heartache
Already come to him inability.
Here is a letter to you exactly.

Come on, gooo-go .... curious .... Read :-)

ONEGIN'S LETTER TO TATIAN

I foresee everything: you will be offended
A sad mystery explanation.
What a bitter contempt
Your proud look will portray!
What I want? for what purpose
Will I reveal my soul to you?
What a wicked fun
Perhaps I give a reason!

By chance meeting you once
Noticing a spark of tenderness in you,
I did not dare to believe her:
I didn’t let the sweet habit go;
My hateful freedom
I didn’t want to lose.
Another parted us ...
The unfortunate victim of Lena ...
Of all that is sweet to the heart,
Then I tore the heart;
Alien to everyone, unrelated to anything,
I thought: liberty and peace
Replacing happiness. Oh my God!
How wrong I was, how punished ...

No, see you every minute
Follow you everywhere
Smile lips, eye movement
To catch with love eyes
Heed you a long time, understand
Soul is all your perfection
Before you die in agony,
Turn pale and go out ... here is bliss!

And I am deprived of that: for you
I trudge around at random;
I cherish the day, cherish the hour:
And I spend in vain boredom
Fate counted down days.
And so painful they are.
I know: my age is already measured;
But for my life to last
I have to be sure in the morning
That I will see you in the afternoon ...

I'm afraid: in the plea of \u200b\u200bmy humble
Will see your stern look
Despicable Tricks -
And I hear your angry reproach.
When would you know how terrible
Yearning for love
Burn - and the mind hourly
Quench excitement in the blood;
Wishing to hug your knees
And sobbing at your feet
Pour pleas, confessions, penalties,
Everything, everything that I could express.
Meanwhile, the feigned chill
Arm both speech and gaze,
Have a quiet conversation
To look at you with a cheerful look! ..

But so be it: I myself
Resist is not in strength Bole;
Everything is decided: I am in your will,
And surrender to my fate.

To begin with, judging by the style in Russian, unlike the letter written by Tanya. In general, some kind of not very correct letter. Lyubertsy brothers would definitely not approve. Although, Eugene can be understood ... the guy is on, on :-))
To be continued...
Have a nice time of day.

This article is publishing excerpts from the novel by A.S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin" for memorizing in grade 9.

1. Tatyana’s letter to Onegin (girls teach)
I am writing to you - what’s more?
What more can I say?
Now, I know in your will
Punish me with contempt.
But you, to my unfortunate share
Though keeping a drop of pity
You will not leave me.
At first I wanted to be silent;
Believe me: my shame
You never knew
When I had hope
At least once a week
In our village see you
Just to hear your speech
You say a word, and then
All think, think about one thing
And day and night until we meet again.
But they say you are unsociable;
In the wilderness, in the village you are bored
And we ... we don’t shine with anything,
Although you are welcome and innocent.

Another! .. No, no one in the world
I would not give my heart!
That in the above is destined for advice ...
That is the will of heaven: I am yours;
My whole life was a guarantee
A faithful date with you;
I know you're sent to me by god
To the grave you are my keeper ...
You appeared to me in dreams
Invisible, you were already sweet to me
Your wonderful look tormented me
In your soul your voice rang out
For a long time ... no, it was not a dream!
You just walked in, I instantly found out
All froze, burned
And in her thoughts she said: here he is!
Isn't that right? I heard you:
You spoke to me in silence
When I helped the poor
Or a prayer
Yearning for a worried soul?
And at that very moment
Aren't you sweet vision
In the clear darkness flashed
Squinted quietly to the head of the bed?
Not you, with joy and love,
Whispered words of hope to me?
Who are you, my guardian angel
Or an insidious tempter:
Allow my doubts.
Maybe it's all empty
Deception of an inexperienced soul!
And completely different is destined ...
But so be it! My fate
From now on I hand you
Before you pour tears
I beg your protection ...
Imagine: I'm here alone
Nobody understands me,
My mind is exhausted
And silently I must perish.
I'm waiting for you: with one look
Hope the heart come to life
Or interrupt a heavy dream,
Alas, a well-deserved reproach!

Cums up! Scary to re-read ...
I shame with shame and fear ...
But my honor is your guarantee
And boldly I entrust myself to her ...

2. Onegin's letter to Tatyana (boys teach)
I foresee everything: you will be offended
A sad mystery explanation.
What a bitter contempt
Your proud look will portray!
What I want? for what purpose
Will I reveal my soul to you?
What a wicked fun
Perhaps I give a reason!

But so be it: I myself
Resist is not in strength Bole;
Everything is decided: I am in your will,
And surrender to my fate.

3. Fragments of nature (all students learn 1 fragment from two)

Fragment No. 1
The sky was breathing in the fall
Less often the sun shone,
The day was getting shorter
Forest mysterious canopy
With a sad noise bared
Fog fell on the fields
Geese loud caravan
Reaching south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
It was November already at the yard.

A dawn rises in the gloom of cold;
On the fields, the noise of the work ceased;
With her hungry wolf
A wolf enters the road;
Sensing him, road horse
Snoring - and a cautious traveler
Rushing uphill in full swing;
Shepherd in the morning dawn
Doesn’t drive cows out of the barn,
And at noon in a circle
They are not called by his horn;
Singing in the hut
Spins, and, winter's friend of nights,
A little crack in front of her.

And now the frosts are cracking
And silver among the fields ...
(The reader is already waiting for the rhyme of the rose;
On, take her soon!)
More neat fashionable parquet
The river shines, dressed in ice.
Boys joyful people
Ice skates sonorously;
On the red legs, the goose is heavy,
Thinking to swim in the bosom of water,
Treads carefully on the ice
Slips and falls; cheerful
Flickers, the first snow winds,
Stars falling on the breg.

Fragment No. 2
That year, autumn weather
I stood for a long time in the yard
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatyana saw through the window
In the morning the whitened yard
Curtains, roofs and fence,
Light patterns on the glass
Trees in winter silver
Forty fun in the yard
And softly strewn mountains
Winters with a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything is white all around.

Winter! .. The peasant, triumphing,
On firewood updates the path;
His horse smelling snow
Somehow trotting;
Blasting fluffy reins,
The wagon is flying away;
The driver is sitting on the irradiation
In a sheepskin coat, in a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running
Putting a bug in the sleigh,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man froze his finger:
It’s both painful and funny,
And his mother threatens him through the window ...

Plus this one:

Gonyms with spring rays

From the surrounding mountains it is already snowing
Run off muddy streams
On sunken meadows.
Clear nature smile
Through a dream he meets the morning of the year;
Blue sparkle heaven.
Still transparent, forests
As if they turn green in fluff.
Bee after a tribute to the field
Flies from a waxy cell.
The valleys dry and dazzle;
The herds are noisy and the nightingale
Already sang in the silence of nights.

Onegin's letter to Tatyana
***
I foresee everything: you will be offended
A sad mystery explanation.
What a bitter contempt
Your proud look will portray!
What I want? for what purpose
Will I reveal my soul to you?
What a wicked fun
Perhaps I give a reason!

But so be it: I myself
Resist is not in strength Bole;
Everything is decided: I am in your will,
And surrender to my fate.
***

No answer. He is again a message:
Second, third letter
No answer. In one meeting
He's on his way; just entered ... him
She is to meet. How harsh!
They do not see him, not a word with him;
Woo! how is now surrounded
She baptismal cold!
How to hold back indignation
Mouth stubborn want!
Onegin fixed his vigilant gaze:
Where, where is confusion, compassion?
Where are the spots of tears? .. They are not, they are not!
There is only a trace of anger on this face ...

Yes, maybe a fear of a secret,
So that the husband or the light did not guess
Leprosy, weaknesses of chance ...
All that my Onegin knew ...
There is no hope! He is leaving,
Curses his frenzy -
And, deeply immersed in it,
He again denied the light.
And in the silent office
He remembered the time
When the cruel blues
Chasing him in a noisy light,
Caught, took the gate
And locked in a dark corner.

He began to read again indiscriminately.
He read Gibbon, Rousseau,
Manzoni, Herder, Champhor,
Madame de Staël, Bichet, Tissot,
I read the skeptical Bel,
I read the works of Fontenel,
I read from someone
Without rejecting anything:
And almanacs and magazines,
Where the teachings tell us
Where today they scold me like that
And where are these madrigals
Sometimes I met myself:
E semper bene,<<18>\u003e gentlemen.

So what? His eyes read
But thoughts were far away;
Dreams, desires, sorrows
Cramped into the soul deeply.
He is between the printed lines
Read with spiritual eyes
Other lines. In them he
It was completely deepened.
They were secret legends
Hearty, dark antiquity,
Unrelated dreams
Threats, rumors, predictions,
Or a long fairy tale nonsense alive,
Ile letters of the young virgin.

And gradually in sleep
And he runs into feelings and thoughts,
And before him is Imagination
Pharaoh mosques his motley.
That he sees: in the melt snow
Like sleeping in an overnight stay
Immovable young man lies
And he hears a voice: well? killed.
That he sees the enemies of the forgotten,
Slanderers, and evil cowards,
And a swarm of young traitors
And the circle of comrades despicable,
That rural house - and at the window
She sits ... and that's all!

He’s so used to getting lost in it,
That almost turned me crazy
Or did not become a poet.
To admit: I’d have borrowed something!
And exactly: by the power of magnetism
Poems of the Russian mechanism
I barely comprehended at that time
My stupid student.
How he looked like a poet
When I sat alone in a corner
And before him a fireplace burned
And he purred: Benedetta
Ile Idol mio<<19>\u003e and dropped
In the fire, then a shoe, then a magazine.

Days raced; in hot air
Winter was already permitted;
And he did not become a poet,
Not dead, not crazy.
Spring lives him: for the first time
Their chambers are locked
Where did he spend the winter as a groundhog
Double windows, camellia
He leaves on a clear morning,
Rushing along the Neva in a sleigh.
On the blue, excised ice
The sun is playing; dirty melts
There is snow on the streets.
Where on it your fast run

Onegin is aiming? You advance
I guessed right; exactly:
Rushed to her, to his Tatyana
My uncorrected eccentric.
He’s coming, looking like a dead man.
There is not a single soul in the hallway.
He is in the hall; next: no one.
He opened the door. Well him
Striking with such force?
The princess in front of him, alone,
Sitting, not cleaned, pale
He reads a letter
And quietly tears pouring down the river
Lean on your cheek.

Oh who would dumb her misery
I didn’t read this quick moment!
Who is the former Tanya, poor Tanya
Now in Princess I wouldn’t recognize!
In the longing of insane regrets
Eugene fell at her feet;
She flinched and was silent,
And looks at Onegin
No wonder, no anger ...
His sick, dying eyes
Praying look, dumb reproach
Everything is clear to her. Simple maiden
With dreams, the heart of old days
Now she has risen again in her.

She doesn’t lift it
And without taking his eyes off him,
He doesn’t take away from greedy lips
The insensible hand of his ...
What is her dream now?
A long silence passes
And finally she quietly:
"Enough, get up. I have to
Frankly to you.
Onegin, remember that hour
When in the garden, in the alley of us
Fate brought together, and so humbly
Have I listened to your lesson?
Today it’s my turn.

"Onegin, then I’m younger
I better seemed to be
And I loved you; and what?
What have I found in your heart?
What reply? one severity.
Isn't that right? You weren’t news
Humble girl love?
And now - God - the blood is getting cold,
As soon as I remember a cold look
And this sermon ... But you
I do not blame: at that terrible hour
You have done noble.
You were right before me:
I am grateful with all my heart ...

"Then - isn't it? - in the desert,
Far from the rumors
You didn’t like me ... Well now
Are you following me?
Why do you have me in mind?
Not because in high society
Now I must appear;
That I am rich and noble
That the husband is battered in battle
What kind of caresses us the yard?
Not because my shame
Now everyone would be noticed
And could bring in society
Are you enticingly honored?

"I cry ... if your Tanya
You have not forgotten so far
You know: the taunt of your abuse
Cold, stern conversation
When only in my power
I'd prefer offensive passion
And to these letters and tears.
To my infant dreams
Then you even had pity
Though respect for the years ...
And now! - what's at my feet
Brought you? what a little!
As with your heart and mind
Be feelings of petty slave?

"And to me, Onegin, this splendor,
The hateful life of tinsel,
My success in a whirlwind of light
My fashion house and evenings
What is in them? I’m glad to give it now
All this rag of masquerade
All this shine and noise and child
For a shelf of books, for a wild garden,
For our poor home
For those places where for the first time,
Onegin, I met you
Yes to the humble cemetery
Where is the cross and the shadow of the branches today?
Over my poor nanny ...

"And happiness was so possible
So close! .. But my fate
Already solved. Carelessly
Perhaps I did:
Me with tears of spells
Mother prayed; for poor Tanya
All were lots equal ...
I got married. You must,
I ask you to leave me;
I know there is in your heart
And pride, and direct honor.
I love you (why dissemble?)
But I am given to another;
I will be faithful to him for a century. "