Молчание. --- Знаешь, мне что в голову пришло?...

Silence.
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You know what came to my mind?
Barbara. What?
Katerina. Why don't people fly?
Barbarian and. I do not understand what you say.
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Katerina. I say, why do people not fly like birds? You know, sometimes it seems to me that I am a bird. When you stand on the mountain, so you and pulls to fly. So I would have scattered, raised my hands and flew. Try some now? (Wants to run.)

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Barbara. What are you inventing something?
Katerina (sighing). What I was frisky! I withered completely.
Barbara. You think I do not see?

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Katerina. I was like that! I lived, nothing tugila like a bird in the wild. Mama's daughter didn’t touch me, dressed me up like a doll, didn’t force me to work; what I want, happened, I do.

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Do you know how I lived in girls? Here I will tell you now.

I would get up early; If in the summer, so I’m going to the key, I wash my face, bring some water with me and that’s all, all the flowers in the house are polya. I had a lot of flowers.

Then we will go with mama to the church, to all the pilgrims, we have a house full of pilgrims; yes a mantid And we will come from the church, sit down for some work, more on velvet in gold, and the pilgrims will tell you: where they were, what they saw, their lives are different, or they sing poems. So before lunch time will pass. Then the old women fall asleep, and I walk in the garden. Then to vespers, and in the evening again stories and singing.

That was good!

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Barbara. Why, we have the same thing.

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Katerina. Yes, everything is as if out of bondage. And to death I loved to go to church! Similarly, it happened, I will go to heaven and do not see anyone, and I don’t remember the time, and I don’t hear when the service is over. Just like it all in one second was. Mama said that everything happened to look at me, what was happening to me.

And you know: on a sunny day, such a bright pillar comes down from the dome, and smoke comes out in this pillar like a cloud, and I see it happened that the angels in this pillar are flying and singing. And then, it happened, the girl, I get up at night - we, too, everywhere the lamps were burning - yes, somewhere in the corner and I pray until the morning.

Or I will go to the garden early in the morning, the sun is still rising, I will fall on my knees, I pray and cry, and I myself don’t know what I pray for and what I cry about; so find me. And what I prayed for then, what I asked for, I don’t know; I do not need anything, everything I had was pretty.

And what dreams I dreamed, Varenka, what dreams!

Or the temples are golden, or there are some unusual gardens, and everyone sings invisible voices, and it smells like cypress, and the mountains and trees seem not to be the same as usual, but written on images.

And the fact that I fly, and fly through the air.
And now sometimes dreams, but rarely, and not about.

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Barbara. And what about?
Katerina (after a pause). I will die soon.
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Barbara. It's full of you!
Katerina. No, I know that I will die. Oh, girl, something unkind to me is being done, some kind of miracle! It never happened to me. Something in me is so unusual. Similarly, I begin to live again, or ... I really do not know.
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Barbara. What is the matter with you?

Katerina (takes her hand). But Varya: to be a sin to some! Such a fear on me, such a fear on me! Similarly, I am standing over a precipice and someone pushes me there, but I have nothing to resist. (Grabs his head with his hand.)
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Barbara. What's the matter? Are you healthy?

Katerina. Healthy ... I wish I was sick, but it is not good.
A dream of some sort climbs into my head. And I'm not going anywhere from her. I’ll think, I won’t collect my thoughts, I don’t pray to pray. In my tongue I babble words, but in my mind it is not at all that: for sure, he whispers into my ears, and everything about such matters is not good.

And it seems to me that I myself become ashamed of myself. What happened with me? Before the trouble before any of this! At night, Varya, I can not sleep, everything seems to be a whisper of some kind: someone speaks so tenderly with me, like a pigeon cooing.

I don’t dream, Varya, as before, paradise trees and mountains, but for sure someone hugs me so hotly and hotly and leads me somewhere, and I follow him, I go ...
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Barbara. Well?
Katerina. But what am I telling you: you are a girl.
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Barbara (looking around). Speak! I am worse than you.
Katerina. Well, what can I say? I'm ashamed of me.
Barbara. Say no need!

Katerina. It will make me so stuffy, so stuffy at home that I would run. And such an idea will come to me that, if my will, I would now ride along the Volga, on a boat, with songs, or on a troika on a good one, embracing ...

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Barbara. Just not with her husband.
Katerina. And how do you know?
Barbara. Still not to know.

Katerina. Ah, Varya, sin is on my mind! How much I, poor, cried, which I did not do on myself! Do not leave me from this sin. Nowhere not to leave. After all, this is not good, because it is a terrible sin, Varenka, that I love the Other?

Barbara. What should I judge you! I have my sins.

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Katerina. What should I do! My strength is not enough. Where should I go; I will do something out of melancholy!

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Barbara. What are you! What's the matter! Wait a minute, tomorrow my brother will leave, think about it; maybe it will be possible to see each other.
Katerina. No, no, don't! What are you! What are you! God bless you!
Barbara. What are you scared?

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Katerina. If I see him at least once, I