處女評獻給了99版《奧涅金》

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他拒絕了她，回到舞會中，與那輕浮女子共舞，輕浮女子的未婚夫趨前，爭執在所難免， 未婚夫負氣離去， 他輕蔑的笑， 轉眼卻看到她默默的在圓柱後注視， 他收起笑容， 尷尬， 可是她的眼神中全然沒有批評或是憐憫， 只有可憐兮兮的「我愛你」。
此時，她是夏天， 他是冬天。
 
他拒絕了她，六年後， 再次相遇， 她已為人妻，他仰望她，他乞求她的愛，她掙扎卻堅定的: because you're too late. 若非他走後留下的那幅她的素描， 她不必掙扎， 若非她對婚姻的忠貞一如對愛情的執著， 她不會堅定。
此時，她是秋天， 他仍然在冬天。
 
他是一個貴族，懶懶得抬頭， 漠不關心的看世界， 看著她的時候終於看見了自己, 只是太遲了。
她是鄉村出身的少女， 生活中撞見了他， 寫一封情書， 回信卻是六年後， 真的太遲了。
 
       Dearest Onegin,
　　
　　I write to you. It’s all I can do. And now I know it’s in your power to punish my presuming heart. Yet if you have one drop of pity, you』ll not abandon me to my unhappy fate. I am in love with you and I must tell you this or my heart, my heart which belongs to you will surely break. I』d have never revealed my shame to you, if just once a week I might see you, exchange a word or two, and then think day and night of one thing alone till our next meeting. But you are unsocial they say that the country bore you. Is it true? Does the country bore you? Sometimes I wonder that you ever visited us. Why? I never know you or know this agony and fever. I know that all my life’s been leading me to this union with you. I recognize you at first sight and knew with certainty and say to myself: 「it’s him, he’s come.」 Help me. Resolve my doubts. Perhaps this is all nonsense, emptiness, a delusion, and quite another fate await me. Imagine it. I』m here alone, half out of my mind. I dread to read this over. My secret longing. I know that I can trust your honor, though I feel faint from shame and fear.
　　
　　Tatyana
　　
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　　Tatyana,
　　
　　I can foresee the bitter scorn blazing at me from your proud eyes, when you have read my secret sorrow. When we first met, through chance, I saw tenderness, like a shooting star, but did not dare to put my faith to it. Then Lensky fell, which parted us still further. Then I tore my heart away from everything it loved, rootless, estranged from all I thought that liberty and peace would serve, instead of happiness. My god! How wrong I was! How I』ve been punished. No. Day by day to be with you, follow you everywhere, alive to every smile, each movement of your eyes, dwell upon your soul’s perfection, listen to your voice, grow faint with yearning. That is bliss. And I』m cut off from it. My time is short and each day and hour is precious. Yet I just drag myself around in boredom. Every day a desert, unless, when I wake up, I know the day will bring a glimpse of you. If you but knew the flames that burn in me, which I attempt to beat down with my reason. But let it be. I cannot struggle against my feelings anymore. I am entirely in your will.
　　
　　Onegin