KATERINA (after a protracted silence—shakes her head). No!
KABANOV. But why are you like this? Come, forgive me!
KATERINA (still in the same position, slightly shaking her head). Peace be with you! (Hiding her face in her hands) She has hurt me!
KABANOV. If you take everything to heart so, you'll soon fall into a decline. Why listen to her! You know she must talk! Well then, let her talk, and you let it go in at one ear and out at the other. Come, good-bye, Katia!
KATERINA (falling on her husband's neck). Tisha, don't go away! For God's sake, don't go away! Dear one, I implore you!
KABANOV. I must, Katia. When mamma sends me, how can I not go?
KATERINA. Well, take me with you, do take me!
KABANOV (freeing himself from her embrace). But it's impossible!
KATERINA. Oh, why, Tisha, impossible?
KABANOV. Much fun there would be in going with you! You've worried me out of my life here between you! No sooner have I a hope of escaping than you want to fasten yourself upon me.