The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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page 51 of 134 (38%)
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VARVARA. Timid, nonsense! Glasha will be with us. KATERINA. Still one feels nervous, somehow! But perhaps I will. VARVARA. I wouldn't have asked you, only mamma wouldn't let me alone, and I must. KATERINA (_looking at her_). What for? VARVARA.(_laughing_). We'll tell our fortunes together there. KATERINA. You must be joking. VARVARA. To be sure, I am joking; did you think I meant it? [_Silence_. KATERINA. Where can Tihon be? VARVARA. Why, do you want him? |
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