The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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VARVARA. All right, don't think of him; no one compels you to. KATERINA. You have no mercy on me! You say: don't think of him, and you mention him yourself! Do you suppose I want to think of him; but what can I do, when I can't get him out of my mind? Whatever I try to think, he seems always standing before my eyes. And I try to be different, and I can't. Do you know, last night, the evil one tempted me again. I was almost walking straight out of the house. VARVARA. You are such a fantastical creature, God bless you! What I think is: one should do what one likes, only be sure it's kept dark! KATERINA. I don't like that. What good can come of it! I had much better bear it as long as I can bear it. VARVARA. And when you can't bear it, what will you do? KATERINA. What shall I do? VARVARA. Yes, what will you do? KATERINA. |
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