Amandine Sayre

Midnight 00 RUSSIAN TEA

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Of single boredom, right away
They speak–but in a cunning way.
They call him to their samovar–
None but Dunya will pour the tea;
They whisper to her: “Dunya, see!”
And then produce her sweet guitar.
O Christ! She then begins to cheep:
“Come see me in my golden keep!”

Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

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