The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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page 48 of 134 (35%)
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Yes, yes, Varia! Only mind, Varia, for pity's sake....
VARVARA. What nonsense! _You'd_ better mind, and not betray yourself in any way. KATERINA. I can't deceive, I don't know how to conceal anything. VARVARA. But there's no doing without deceit; think where you're living! Our whole house rests on it! I wasn't fond of lying either, but I learnt the trick, when I had to. I was out walking yesterday, and so I saw him and had a few minutes talk with him. KATERINA (_after a short silence, looking down_). Well? VARVARA. He sent greetings to you. He was sorry, he said, that he never meets you. KATERINA (_her head still more bent down_). As if we could meet! And what would be the use.... VARVARA. He is so sad and unhappy.... KATERINA. Don't speak to me of him, for goodness' sake, don't speak of him! I don't want to know him even. I will love my husband: Tisha, my dear one, no one shall ever take your place! I did not want to think of him, you tempt me. |
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