KATERINA.
No, but still, it's better there, it's quieter; at home one can turn to
the holy pictures and pray to God!

VARVARA.
I didn't know you were so afraid of a thunderstorm. I'm not afraid, you
see.

KATERINA.
Don't talk of not being afraid! Everyone must be afraid. What is dreadful
is not it's killing you, but that death may overtake you all of a sudden,
just as you are, with all your sins, with all your erring thoughts. I have
no fear of death, but when I think that I shall be brought all at once
before the face of God just as I am here, with you, after this
talk,--that's what is awful! What I had in my heart! What wickedness!
fearful to think of! (_Thunder._) Ah!

[_Enter Kabanov._

VARVARA.
Here comes my brother. (_To Kabanov_) Hurry up!

[_Thunder._

KATERINA.
Ah! Make haste! Make haste!