Some pages still preserved the traces Where fingernails had sharply pressed; The girl’s attentive eye embraces These lines more quickly than the rest. And Tanya sees with trepidation The kind of thought or observation To which Eugene paid special heed, Or where he’d tacitly agreed. And in the margins she inspected His pencil marks with special care; And on those pages everywhere She found Onegin’s soul reflected— In crosses or a jotted note, Or in the question mark he wrote.
