The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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page 32 of 134 (23%)
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VARVARA (_looking away_).
Of course, I am. KATERINA. Then you love me, don't you? (_Kisses her warmly._) VARVARA. Love you? Of course. KATERINA. Thank you! you are so sweet, I love you dearly. (_Silence_) Do you know what I'm thinking? VARVARA. What? KATERINA. What a pity people can't fly! VARVARA. I don't know what you mean. KATERINA. What a pity people can't fly like birds. Do you know I sometimes fancy I'm a bird. When one stands on a high hill, one feels a longing to fly. One would take a little run, throw up one's arms, and fly away! Couldn't we try it now? (_Makes as though she would run._) VARVARA. What will you make up next? |
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