What to read after Evgeniy Onegin?

``I write to you -- no more confession is needed, nothing's left to tell. I know it's now in your discretion with scorn to make my world a hell. ``But, if you've kept some faint impression of pity for my wretched state, you'll never leave me to my fate. At first I thought it out of season to speak; believe me: of my shame you'd not so much as know the name, if I'd possessed the slightest reason to hope that even once a week I might have seen you, heard you speak on visits to us, and in greeting I might have said a word, and then thought, day and night, and thought again about one thing, till our next meeting. But you're not sociable, they say: you find the country godforsaken; though we... don't shine in any way, our joy in you is warmly taken. ``Why did you visit us, but why? Lost in our backwoods habitation I'd not have known you, therefore I would have been spared this laceration. In time, who knows, the agitation of inexperience would have passed, I would have found a friend, another, and in the role of virtuous mother and faithful wife I'd have been cast.