**Eugene's Early Years**
A childhood spent in carefree delight,
A governess and Frenchman, guiding his sight.
But shallow teachings, a jesting guide,
Left little wisdom, knowledge to confide.
To balls and revels, he'd swiftly glide,
A heartbreaker, with ladies at his side.
Pleasures he chased, but found only despair,
A void within, a soul beyond repair.
Though young in years, his spirit grew cold,
Melancholy's grip, a tale yet untold.
Boredom gnawed, a relentless tide,
As Eugene's life in emptiness did reside.
The uncle's plea, a summons to his bed,
A reluctant journey, with heavy tread.
Imagined boredom, a fate he feared,
But duty called, a debt that couldn't be cleared.
Through the countryside, his thoughts would roam,
As the author's voice, a friend unknown,
Unveiled the secrets of Eugene's past,
A childhood lost, a life that couldn't last.
Eugene Onegin first chapter Summary
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