KATERINA.
Even so, why need you attack me?

MME. KABANOVA.
My, what a stuck-up thing she is! Here she's in a huff directly!

KATERINA.
No one likes to put up with unjust blame.

MME. KABANOVA.
I know, I know my words are not to your liking, but that can't be helped.
I'm not a stranger to you, it makes my heart grieve to see you. I've seen
for a long time past that you want your own way. Well, well, you've only
to wait a bit, you'll have it all your own way when I'm dead and gone.
Then to be sure you can do as you please, there'll be no elders then to
look after you. And, maybe, you will think of me then.

KABANOV.
But we pray God night and day for you, mamma, that God may grant you
health, and every blessing and success in all you do.

MME. KABANOVA.
Come, give over, please. I daresay you did love your mother, while you
were a bachelor. But you've no thoughts for me now you've a young wife.

KABANOV.
The one doesn't hinder the other. A wife is something different, but for
my mother I have a reverence quite apart.