A Letter from a Modern Tatyana Larina to a Modern Eugene Onegin

(sent by my classmate)

I am writing to you...

Yesterday — I called.

The other day I sent a fax...

But not even with crocodile tears,

Could I soften you!

When with a trembling hand,

I typed an SMS,

You were cheating on me with another,

Captivated by the breadth of flesh...

You ran off in an ungentlemanly way,

One fine day and hour...

No wonder I saw a woman's bra,

In your pocket...

I begged you, all on edge,

Four days ago, —

Keeping at least a drop of conscience,

Give back, you bastard, the two hundred euros,

That you borrowed from me...

But you in response,

Only ten bucks.

Clearly stolen from a wallet,

So unexpectedly — by fax,

Yesterday at lunch you sent me...

I imagined you a hero,

In you perfection reached its limit...

But you — are a Goat!

If I find you — I'll bury you!

I love you!

Kisses!

Tanya L.