Varvara Monologue from The Storm

From The Storm by Aleksandr Nikolaevich Ostrovsky

female · anguished · 1:14 min

Oh, I've no patience with you! I've something to tell you! She's shaking all over, as if she were in a fever. She's so pale, she wanders about the house, as though she were looking for something. Her eyes are wild, she's like a mad thing! She began crying long ago in the morning, she simply sobs. Merciful Heavens, what am I to do with her? (BORIS: But perhaps this will pass off.) I doubt it. She daren't raise her eyes to her husband. Mamma's begun to notice it, and she follows her about and keeps a suspicious eye upon her. She looks daggers at her; and that makes her worse than ever. It makes one wretched to see her. And I'm afraid too. (BORIS: What are you afraid of?) You don't know her. She's a strange creature. One never knows what to expect from her! She will do things...

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