KATERINA. Till the grave; do you understand?
BORIS. Better if I had never seen you.
KATERINA (with great emotion). You see what I am preparing for myself? What is the only place left for me?
BORIS. Calm yourself. (Takes her hand) Sit down!
KATERINA. Why do you wish for my ruin?
BORIS. How can I wish to injure you, when I love you more than anything in the world, more than myself?
KATERINA. No, no! You have been the undoing of me.
BORIS. Am I such a wicked wretch?
KATERINA (shaking her head). I am lost, lost, lost!
BORIS. God forbid! I'd rather perish myself!