The Secret Of Onegin Strophe Poem by Liza Sud

Our Pushkin left for us a secret -
Onegin stanza is its name.
Above the rules it's the most blissful,
Before her - all the strophes are pale!
She seethes with a lively singing,
in the whole world the most prodigious!
Try it, and write a verse with it -
And on the spot you will feel bliss!
But very many do not know,
And this inheritance is hid,
They didn't ever take the hint,
That breath it makes is so perfect
For any Russian joyful soul
In the beams of Onegin strophe!