It’s okay to hide Onegina, he’s a decent honest man. How many men, becoming the object of the exhilaration of the naïve fantasy-sophora from the province, completely sympathetic to him on the outside, will not use this to take advantage of, and then, "Okay, she wanted, not my problems at all, but will warn her from such notes and meetings under the moon, precisely because not all men are decent, not every one of you, like me, will understand? It is necessary to understand that on the part of the young Danetka, Pushkin describes not the great Lovef at all, but the romantic fantasies of a teenager who has read French lyrics, who the image of Onegin (dumb because other interesting men did not come to their Zhopinsk) sprinkled on his imaginary martishucho and fell in love with this entirely fictional image.