Евгений Онегин by Елена Петровна Самокиш-Судковская
"I'm about to burst into tears, my heart is breaking”, the man again went over the top in is acting when he repeated Tatyana’s words. Most of the people in the room again burst into laughter. They were an amateur group doing an occasional bit of operatic acting and
singing, this time based on Eugene Onegin.
Why hadn't they considered, before their laughter painfully filled the place, that among them there might be a man who could say those same words
with their hand on his chipped heart? Which one of them*, not to mention my conceited person, could. (Oh how he could!)
*As it befits a fool, I'm working on him, but it's like trying to revive a dead man. Am I the giver of life or love (if they're not one and the same thing)?
*As it befits a fool, I'm working on him, but it's like trying to revive a dead man. Am I the giver of life or love (if they're not one and the same thing)?
