The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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As if I didn't know!
KATERINA. Ah, Varia, there is sin in my heart! Alas, how often I have wept, I have done everything I can think of! I can't get free from this sin. I can't escape. Varia, it is wicked, it is a fearful sin--I love someone else! VARVARA. I'm not likely to be hard upon you! I've sins enough of my own. KATERINA. What am I to do? I'm at the end of my strength, where can I find help. I'm so wretched, I shall do something dreadful. VARVARA. Mercy on us! what is coming to you! Come, wait a bit, brother's going away to-morrow, we'll think of something; maybe, you'll be able to see each other. KATERINA. No, no, that must not be! What are you saying! God forbid! VARVARA. Why are you frightened? KATERINA. If I were once to see and speak with him, I should run away from home, I would not go back home for anything in the world. VARVARA. |
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