Eugene Onegin Poems

 Miriam:

We start our story with Eugene
In the midst of high social class
For hours in the mirror would preen
Not tied down to any lass. 

Then one night at party grand
His life starts to feel quite bland—
An intermission for ladies' feet
The author felt that they were neat—

Onegin moves to countryside
Meets Lensky, his new friend
A romantic who poems penned,
Olga Larin will be his bride.

Tanya's lovesick for Onegin
They then quickly become akin. 


Rachel: 

The story starts with our Eugene—
Superfluous, flamboyant dandy.
Not 'till noon is ever seen
Then through the night he parties grandly.
At first he likes his fancy life
But soon his spleen is filled with strife.
Society he finds quite boring
And girls in general have him snoring.
Let's take a detour from the story
And discuss—what was it? Feet,
Which the author thinks are sweet
(Keep your shoes on, I implore thee)!
In a moment we'll be back
To see if Yevgeny has cracked.


Benjamin:

Chapter one

I am Onegin. I was born on the shores of Neva River. I really want my uncle to die because I do not want to get my dad's inheritance because he wasted all his money but my uncle did not. I was raised by a French couple and got so fancy that one party I realized that that life was boring and I got a hobby: sulking. 

Okay, intermission: Pushkin likes feet but only ladies' feet!

 Then my uncle dies and I get a fancy house and my neighbours yell at me.

Chapter two

I got a new friend today. His name is Lensky and a girl named Olga. They are going to get married. Meanwhile, I still hate the world.

Chapter three

I am so excited because a girl likes me. Her name is Tatyana and she is boring and that is why I like her.


Zoë:

Feet! Feet! Feet! Almost every word that Pushkin writes is about feet! He wrote 5 sonnets about feet! Weird, am I right? 5 sonnets about feet! That's like 70 lines about feet! Unbelievable! Wait, wait, wait a second. Pushkin's full name is Alexander Pushkin...does that mean my little brother Alexander will write about feet when he grows up? Will he? No, like, literally. Will he write about feet? I'm serious. Will he? 

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