Nan Monologue from The Power of Darkness

From The Power of Darkness by Leo, graf Tolstoy

female · defiant · 1:08 min

Up to ten one's an infant, and maybe one's soul would go to God. Else one's sure to go to the bad! MÍTRITCH. And how to the bad? How should the likes of you not go to the bad? Who teaches you? What do you see? What do you hear? Only vileness! I, though I've not been taught much, still know a thing or two. I'm not quite like a peasant woman. A peasant woman, what is she? Just mud! There are many millions of the likes of you in Russia, and all as blind as moles--knowing nothing! All sorts of spells: how to stop the cattle-plague with a plough, and how to cure children by putting them under the perches in the hen-house! That's what they know!

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