VARVARA. Just try; why they'd torment you to death.
KATERINA. What do I care! I should go away, and that would be the end of it.
VARVARA. Where would you go? You are a married woman.
KATERINA. Ah, Varia, you don't know me! I pray, of course, it may never come to that! But if I am too miserable here, they would not keep me by any force on earth. I should throw myself out of the window, I should drown myself in the Volga. If I will not to live here, then I would not, they might cut me to pieces! (Silence.)
VARVARA. Do you know what, Katia! When Tihon's gone, let's sleep in the garden, in the summerhouse.
KATERINA. Oh, why, Varia?
VARVARA. Why, isn't it just the same to you?
KATERINA. I'm timid of sleeping in a place I'm not used to.
VARVARA. Timid, nonsense! Glasha will be with us.
KATERINA. Still one feels nervous, somehow! But perhaps I will.