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The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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DIKOY (_looking at Boris_).
Get away with you! I won't talk to a Jesuit like you. (_Going_) To come
forcing himself on me here!

[_Spits and exit_.




SCENE III

KULIGIN, BORIS, KUDRIASH, and SHAPKIN.


KULIGIN.
What have you to do with him, sir? We can't make it out. What can induce
you to live with him and put up with his abuse?

BORIS.
A poor inducement, Kuligin! I'm not free.

KULIGIN.
But how are you not free, allow me to ask you. If you can tell us, sir,
do.

BORIS.
Why not? You knew our grandmother, Anfisa Mihalovna?

KULIGIN.
To be sure I did!
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