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"Freeing itself from the moistened cork
The bottles pop; the champagne flows,
And hisses; then with a stately look,
The verses burning him from head to toes,
Triquet stands up; the gathering hushes,
And all is silent in expectation.
Tatyana half dies; and then Triquet,
With paper in hand turns to her and gushes:
He starts, but the tune is half awry.
Shouts, claps now greet him, while she
Before him makes a constrained curtsy.
The modest poet, though great of mind,
Is the first to pledge her eternal health,
He gives her the song, and wishes her wealth."
-A Random Passage From Eugene Onegin by Aleksandr Pushkin