Chapter 41

The Same and KULIGIN.

KULIGIN. Here is your Katerina. You may do what you like with her. Her body is here, take it; but her soul is not yours now; she is before a Judge more merciful than you are, now!

[_Lays her on the ground and exit._

KABANOV _(rushes to Katerina)._ Katia! Katia!

MME. KABANOVA. Hush! It's a sin even to weep for her!

KABANOV. Mother, you have murdered her! you! you! you!

MME. KABANOVA. What do you mean? Think what you're saying! You forget whom you're speaking to!

KABANOV. You have murdered her! you! you!

MME. KABANOVA. Come, I'll talk to you at home. (_Bows low to the assembled people_) I thank you, good people, for your services! [_All bow low._

KABANOV. It is well with you, Katia! But why am I left to live and suffer! [_Falls on his wife's body._

End of Project Gutenberg's The Storm, by Aleksandr Nicolaevich Ostrovsky