The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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page 36 of 134 (26%)
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leading me, and I follow him, I follow.
VARVARA. Well? KATERINA. But what things I am saying to you, a young girl like you. VARVARA (_looking about her_). You can tell me! I'm worse than you. KATERINA. Oh what am I to tell you? I'm ashamed. VARVARA. You've no need! Tell away. KATERINA. I am stifling, stifling at home, I should like to run away. And the fancy comes to me that if I were my own mistress, I would float down the Volga now, in a boat, to the singing of songs, or I would drive right away clasped close.... VARVARA. But not with your husband. KATERINA. How do you know that? VARVARA. |
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