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"Tatyana was her name... I own it, self-willed it may be just the same; but it's the first time you'll have known it, a novel graced with such a name. She loved the balcony, the session of waiting for the dawn to blush, when, in pale sky, the stars' procession fades from the view, and in the hush earth's rim grows light, and a forewarning whisper of breeze announces morning, and slowly day begins to climb. In winter, when for longer time the shades of night within their keeping hold half the world still unreleased, and when, by misty moon, the east is softly, indolently sleeping, wakened at the same hour of night Tatyana'd rise by candlelight".. (C)A.S.Pushkin. Eugene Onegin