Boris Grigorievitch Monologue from The Storm

From The Storm by Aleksandr Nikolaevich Ostrovsky

male · anguished · 1:09 min

Our parents brought us up well in Moscow, they spared no expense. They sent me to the Commercial Academy, and my sister to a boarding school, but they both died suddenly of cholera. We were left orphans, my sister and I. Then we heard that our grandmother was dead here, and had left a will that our uncle was to pay us a fair share of her fortune, when we came of age, only upon one condition. (KULIGIN: And what was that, sir?) If we showed a proper respect for his authority. (KULIGIN: Then there's no doubt, sir, you'll never see your fortune.) No, but that's not all, Kuligin! First he finds fault with us to his heart's content, and ends none the less with giving us nothing, or some tiny dole. And then he'll go making out that it's a great favour, and that he ought not to have done even that.

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