KUDRIASH. Who told you to?
BORIS. I couldn't make out, it was dark. A girl stopped me in the street and said I was to come just here, behind the Kabanovs' garden, where there is a little path.
KUDRIASH. Who could that be?
BORIS. Listen, Kudriash. Could I speak to you openly, you wouldn't gossip?
KUDRIASH. You needn't be afraid of that! I'm as safe as the grave.
BORIS. I know nothing of your habits and ways of doing things here; but the fact is ...
KUDRIASH. You're in love.
BORIS. Yes, Kudriash.
KUDRIASH. Oh, well, that's all right. We're free enough in that way. The girls amuse themselves as they like, and the father and mother have nothing to say to it. It's only the wives are kept shut up.
BORIS. That's just what's so sad.