The Storm by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky
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[_Silence._
KULIGIN (_pointing away_). Look, Kudriash, who's that waving his arms about over there? KUDRIASH. There? Oh, that's Dikoy pitching into his nephew. KULIGIN. A queer place to do it! KUDRIASH. All places are alike to him. He's not afraid of any one! Boris Grigoritch is in his clutches now, so he is always bullying him. SHAPKIN. Yes, you wouldn't find another bully like our worthy Saviol Prokofitch in a hurry! He pulls a man up for nothing at all. KUDRIASH. He is a stiff customer. SHAPKIN. Old Dame Kabanova's a good hand at that too! KUDRIASH. Yes, but she at least does it all under pretence of morality; he's like a wild beast broken loose! SHAPKIN. |
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