Borís: You are wretched, Kátya?
Katerína: So wretched, so wretched, that it were better to die!
Borís: Who could have dreamed that we should have to suffer such anguish for our love! I’d better have run away then!
Katerína: It was an evil day for me when I saw you. Joy I have known little of, but of sorrow, of sorrow, how much! And how much is still before me! But why think of what is to be! I am seeing you now, that much they cannot take away from me; and I care for nothing more. All I wanted was to see you. Now my heart is much easier; as though a load had been taken off me. I kept thinking you were angry with me, that you were cursing me....
Borís: How can you! How can you!
Katerína: No, that is not what I mean; that is not what I wanted to say! I was sick with longing for you, that’s it; and now, I have seen you....
Borís: They must not come upon us here!
Katerína: Stay a minute! Stay a minute! Something I meant to say to you! I’ve forgotten! Something I had to say! Everything is in confusion in my head, I can remember nothing.
Borís: It’s time I went, Kátya!
Katerína: Wait a minute, a minute!