KATERINA. It will be my death!
VARVARA. Come, come! Pull yourself together!
KATERINA. No! I can't. I can do nothing. My heart aches so.
MME. KABANOVA (entering). Let me tell you, one should live so as to be always ready for anything. You would not be in such terror then.
KABANOV. But what sins in special has she to frighten her, mamma? Her sins are no more than all of us have to repent; being afraid of storms is a matter of temperament.
MME. KABANOVA. How do you know, pray? The heart of another is darkness.
KABANOV (jestingly). Oh well, maybe, something very wicked while I was away; certainly when I've been here she never did anything bad.
MME. KABANOVA. Maybe, when you were away, then.
KABANOV (jesting). Katia, my girl, you'd better repent, if you've been sinful in any way. You can't have secrets from me, you know; no, you naughty girl, I know all about it.
KATERINA (looks him straight in the face). Dear Tihon!