Status Updates From Евгений Онегин

Pushkin just say you wrote this about me.

“Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The murmuring brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner, whimsical each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And solitude and calm delight.
Such was Onegin’s sainted life,
And such unconsciously he led,”