The clock of doom had struck as fated;
the poet, without a sound,
let fall his pistol on the ground.


Ch. 6, st. 30. - Eugene Onegin (1823)


The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.

The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.

The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.

The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.