Status Updates From Евгений Онегин (Russian Edi...

Much, oh, so much was snatched by Fate!
Blest he who left in its full glory
The feast of life, who could decline
To drain the brimming cup of wine,
Refused to read life's waning story,
And with abrupt resolve withdrew,
As I from my Onegin do.

…And whom you hear throughout his span
Referred to as "an excellent man!"

Blest he who, green in adolescence,
matured at the appointed stage,
Who tasted of life's acrid essence
And learnt to stomach it with age;
Who for strange transports never lusted,
Through worldly slime strode undisgusted,
At twenty was a fop or blade,
At thirty a good marriage made,
At fifty shed by liquidation
All debts, both private and the rest,
And issued painlessly possessed
Of money, rank, and reputation

Once the forbidden fruit is seen, no paradise can stay serene❣️❣️❣️

We all resemble more or less
our mother Eve: we're never falling
for what's been given us to take;
to his mysterious tree the snake
is calling us, for ever calling—
and once forbidden fruit is seen,
no paradise can stay serene.