I do not mean to rival Pushkin,
Nor claim his voice to be my own.
I only wish to walk beside him
Along a road so widely known.
The tale is his. The words may wander,
And cross another time and tongue;
Yet something living still remains —
Still restless, curious, and young.
So let us open up the pages,
And see what waits for us within.
No promises of perfect likeness.
Just listen.
Let Onegin's story begin.
Eugene Onegin, A Word Before We Begin
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