VARVARA. Come, why do you keep teazing her? Can't you see she's not well?
[Boris steps out of the crowd and bows to the Kabanovs.
KATERINA (shrieks). Ah!
KABANOV. What are you frightened of? Did you think it was a stranger? This is a friend! Is your uncle quite well?
BORIS. Quite, thank you.
KATERINA (to Varvara). What more does he want of me? ... Isn't it enough that I am in torture like this.
[Leans against Varvara, sobs.
VARVARA (aloud, so that her mother should hear). We're simply tired out, and don't know what to do with her; and now outsiders must come up too!
[Gives Boris a sign and he walks away to the entrance of the arcade.
KULIGIN (coming into the middle of the scene and addressing the crowd). Why, what are you afraid of, I should like to know! every blade of grass, every flower is rejoicing now, while we try to get away and are as frightened as if it were a disaster! The storm kill us indeed! It's not a storm to be dreaded, it's a blessing! Yes, a blessing! Everything's dreadful to you. If the Northern Lights shine in the heavens—you ought to admire and marvel at "the dawn breaking in the land of midnight!" But you are in terror, and imagine it means war or flood. If a comet comes—I can't take my eyes from it! a thing so beautiful! the stars we have looked upon to our hearts' content, they are always with us, but that is something new; well, one must gaze and admire! But you're afraid even to look at the sky, and all in a tremble! You make a bogey out of everything. Ah, what a people! I'm not afraid, you see. Come, sir, let's go on!