Why don't people fly? Katerina's monologue songs why people don't fly? A.N

Varvara. What?
Katerina. Why don't people fly?
And barbarian. I don't understand what you're saying.
Katerina. I say, why don't people fly like a bird? You know, I
sometimes it seems that I am a bird. When you stand on the mountain, so you fly and pulls.
That would be so scattered, raised her arms and flew. Shall I try now?
(Tries to run.)
Varvara. What do you invent something?
Katerina (sigh) . What I was frisky! I take you quite withered.
Varvara. Do you think I don't see?
Katerina. Such I was! I lived, or about nothing tuzhila exactly birdie on
will. Mama me doted dress up me like a doll , not work
compelled, what I want, it happened, and what I "m doing. You know how I lived in a girl? here
I "ll tell you. Get up I used early; summer if so I" ll go to
klyuchok, wash up, bring along some water, and all the flowers in the house shall water. I
colors were lots and lots. Then we'll go to church with mama, and all
pilgrim - we had a house full of pilgrims; bogomolok yes. And come out of the church
sit down to some work more on velvet with gold, and pilgrims will
tell where they were seen, lives" different or poems
poyut2 . So before lunch time and passed. Then the old woman will fall asleep, and
I walk through the garden. Then for vespers, and again in the evening singing stories yes. such
it was good!
Varvara. Why, and we have the same thing.
Katerina. Yes, everything is as if out of bondage. And I loved to die in
go to church! Exactly happened, I "ll go to heaven and not see anyone, and no
remember , and do not hear when the service ends . Exactly how it all in one second
there. My mother said that he was always looking at me, what happened to me
is done. You know: a sunny day of a dome light pole down
goes, and in this post goes smoke , just a cloud , and I see I used to like
Angels fly in this post and sing. And what happened, girl, get up at night - the
We also all the lamps burned - but somewhere in a corner and pray until the morning.
Or early in the morning go to the garden, the sun still rises, fall on my knees,
I pray and cry, and she did not know what to pray and what to pay, so me and
found. And about what I prayed then asked what I do not know, I do not
ought, I had just enough. And what dreams I dreamed, Varvara,
what dreams! Or golden temples, gardens or any unusual, and all sing
invisible voices , smells and cypress , and the mountains and the trees did not seem such as
usually, but as the images are written. And then, if I fly, and fly on
air. And now sometimes dreams, but rarely, and then not.
Varvara. And what?
Katerina (pause) . I will die soon.
Varvara. Come, you!
Katerina. No, I know that I would die. Oh, girl, something unkind to me
done a miracle! Never to me it was not. Something in me is
extraordinary. Likewise, I begin to live again, or ... I do not know.
Varvara. What's wrong with you?
Katerina (takes her hand) . But that Varya: be sin to some!
Such a fear on me, on me such a fright! Likewise, I stand on the precipice and
someone pushes me back and keep me not for that. (Grabs the head
arms).
Varvara. What's the matter? Are you healthy?
Katerina. Healthy... I wish I was sick, and that's not good. Creeps me
head some dream. And do I not go away from her. I will think - thoughts
did not gather to pray - not pray way. Language babbling words, and
mind at all that: just me wicked whispers in the ears, but all of these things
bad. And it seems to me that I was very ashamed of myself being made.
What is wrong with me? Before any trouble before it! Night, Varya, I can't sleep,
all imagining some whispering: someone so kindly tells me exactly
dovecoos. I "m not dreaming, Varya, as before, but the trees of paradise mountains
and someone hugs me just so hot - hot and takes me somewhere, and I go
behind him go...

Barbara. What? Katerina. Why don't people fly? Barbarian a. I do not understand what you say. Katerina. I say why don't people fly like birds? You know, sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you are drawn to fly. That's how it would have run up, raised its hands and flew. Try something now? (Wants to run.) Barbara. What are you inventing? Catherine (sighing). How frisky I was! I completely screwed up with you. Barbara. Do you think I can't see? Katerina. Was I like that! I lived, did not grieve about anything, like a bird in the wild. Mother did not have a soul in me, dressed me up like a doll, did not force me to work; Whatever I want, I do it. Do you know how I lived in girls? Now I'll tell you. I used to get up early; if it’s summer, I’ll go to the spring, wash myself, bring water with me and that’s it, water all the flowers in the house. I had many, many flowers. Then we’ll go to church with mama, all of them are wanderers, - our house was full of wanderers; yes pilgrimage. And when we come from church, we sit down to do some work, more like gold velvet, and the wanderers will begin to tell: where they were, what they saw, different lives, or verses they sing2. And so the time will pass before dinner. I walk in the garden. Then towards Vespers, and in the evening again stories and singing. It was so good! Varvara. Why, it’s the same with us. Katerina. Yes, everything here seems to be from bondage. And I loved church to death I used to go into heaven and see no one, and I don’t remember the time, and I don’t hear when the service was over. Just like it all happened in one second. Mamma said that everyone used to look at me, you know: on a sunny day, such a bright pillar comes down from the dome, and smoke moves in this pillar, like a cloud, and I see, it used to be that angels in this pillar fly and sing. I’ll get up at night - we also had lamps burning everywhere - but somewhere in a corner and pray until morning. Or early in the morning I’ll go to the garden, as soon as the sun I fall on my knees, I pray and weep, and I myself do not know what I am praying about and what I am crying about; so they will find me. And what I prayed for then, what I asked for, I don’t know; I don't need anything, I've had enough of everything. And what dreams I had, Varenka, what dreams! Or golden temples, or some extraordinary gardens, and invisible voices sing, and the smell of cypress, and the mountains and trees seem to be not the same as usual, but as they are written on the images. And the fact that I'm flying, I'm flying through the air. And now sometimes I dream, but rarely, and not that. Barbara. But what? KATERINA (after a pause). I will die soon. Barbara. Completely you! Katerina. No, I know that I will die. Oh, girl, something bad is happening to me, some kind of miracle! This has never happened to me. There is something so extraordinary about me. It's like I'm starting to live again, or... I don't even know. Barbara. What is the matter with you? KATERINA (taking her hand). And here's what, Varya: to be some kind of sin! Such a fear on me, such a fear on me! It’s as if I’m standing over an abyss and someone is pushing me there, but there’s nothing for me to hold on to. (He clutches his head with his hand.) Barbara. What happened to you? Are you well? Katerina. Healthy... It would be better if I was sick, otherwise it’s not good. A dream comes into my head. And I won't leave her anywhere. If I start thinking, I can’t collect my thoughts, I can’t pray, I won’t pray in any way. I babble words with my tongue, but my mind is completely different: it’s as if the evil one is whispering in my ears, but everything about such things is not good. And then it seems to me that I will be ashamed of myself. What happened with me? Before trouble before any it! At night, Varya, I can’t sleep, I keep imagining some kind of whisper: someone is talking to me so affectionately, like a dove cooing. I no longer dream, Varya, as before, of paradise trees and mountains, but it’s as if someone hugs me so hot and hot and leads me somewhere, and I follow him, I go ... barbarian

Katerina. Was I like that! I lived, did not grieve about anything, like a bird in the wild. Mother did not have a soul in me, dressed me up like a doll, did not force me to work; Whatever I want, I do it. Do you know how I lived in girls? Now I'll tell you. I used to get up early; if it’s summer, I’ll go to the spring, wash myself, bring water with me and that’s it, water all the flowers in the house. I had many, many flowers. Then we'll go to church with mama, all of them are wanderers - our house was full of wanderers; yes pilgrimage. And we will come from the church, we will sit down for some work, more like gold velvet, and the wanderers will begin to tell: where they were, what they saw, different lives, or they sing poetry. So it's time for lunch. Here the old women lie down to sleep, and I walk in the garden. Then to vespers, and in the evening again stories and singing. That was good!
Barbara. Yes, we have the same thing.
Katerina. Yes, everything here seems to be out of captivity. And I loved going to church to death! For sure, it used to happen that I would enter paradise and not see anyone, and I don’t remember the time, and I don’t hear when the service was over. Exactly how it all happened in one second. Mom said that everyone used to look at me, what was happening to me. And you know: on a sunny day, such a bright pillar goes down from the dome, and smoke moves in this pillar, like a cloud, and I see, it used to be that angels in this pillar fly and sing. And then, it happened, a girl, I would get up at night - we also had lamps burning everywhere - but somewhere in a corner and pray until the morning. Or, early in the morning, I’ll go into the garden, as soon as the sun rises, I’ll fall on my knees, pray and cry, and I myself don’t know what I’m praying for and what I’m crying about; so they will find me. And what I prayed for then, what I asked for, I don’t know; I don't need anything, I've had enough of everything. And what dreams I had, Varenka, what dreams! Or golden temples, or some extraordinary gardens, and invisible voices sing, and the smell of cypress, and the mountains and trees seem not to be the same as usual, but as they are written on the images. And the fact that I'm flying, I'm flying through the air. And now sometimes I dream, but rarely, and not that. Katerina. This I was! I lived or not grieve about what exactly the bird in the wild. Mama in me doted dress up me like a doll, not compelled to work ; I want to use to it and do. You know how I lived in a girl? So I "ll tell you now. Get up I used early; if in the summer, so I" ll go to klyuchok, and wash, brought with him a little water, and all the flowers in the house shall water. I had a lot of colors, a lot. Then go with mama to church, and all pilgrims - we house was full of pilgrims; yes bogomolok. And coming out of the church , sit at any work more on velvet with gold, and the pilgrim will tell where they were, they saw the lives of different or poems sung . So before lunch time and passed. Then the old woman lay down to sleep, and I walk through the garden. Then for vespers, and again in the evening stories yes singing. Such was good!
Varvara. Why, and we have the same thing.
Katerina. Yes, everything here seems out of bondage. And before his death, I loved to go to church! Exactly happened, I "ll go to heaven and not see anyone , and while I do not remember and do not hear when the service is over . Exactly how this was one second . My mother said that everything happened, look at me , that to you know: a sunny day in the dome a light pole goes down , and in this post goes smoke , as if a cloud , and I see I used to like the angels in this column fly and sing . , girl, get up at night - we also have the lamps burning everywhere - yes somewhere in a corner and pray until the morning. , and she did not know what to pray and what to pay; so me and find me. And about what I prayed then, what you are asking, I do not know; I do not need anything, all I "ve had enough. And what dreams I dreamed, Varvara, what dreams! Or Temple of the Golden , gardens or some unusual , and all sing the invisible voice, and cypress smell, and the mountains and the trees if not the same as usual, but as images are written . And then , if I fly , and fly through the air . And now the dream sometimes, but rarely, and not that.

Do you know what came to my mind?
Why don't people fly?
I say: why don't people fly like birds? You know, sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you are drawn to fly. That's how it would have run up, raised its hands and flew. Try something now?
How frisky I was! I completely screwed up with you.
Was I like that! I lived, did not grieve about anything, like a bird in the wild. Mother did not have a soul in me, dressed me up like a doll, did not force me to work; Whatever I want, I do it. Do you know how I lived in girls? Now I'll tell you. I used to get up early; if it’s summer, I’ll go to the spring, wash myself, bring water with me and that’s it, water all the flowers in the house. I had many, many flowers. Then we’ll go to church with my mother, all of them wanderers - our house was full of wanderers and pilgrims. And we will come from the church, sit down for some work, more like gold velvet, and the wanderers will begin to tell: where they have been, what they have seen, different lives, or they sing poetry. So it's time for lunch. Here the old women lie down to sleep, and I walk in the garden. Then to vespers, and in the evening again stories and singing. That was good!
Yes, everything here seems to be out of captivity. And I loved going to church to death! For sure, it used to happen that I would enter paradise, and I didn’t see anyone, and I didn’t remember the time, and I didn’t hear when the service was over. Exactly how it all happened in one second. Mom said that everyone used to look at me, what was happening to me! And you know: on a sunny day, such a bright column goes down from the dome, and smoke moves in this column, like clouds, and I see, it used to be that angels in this column fly and sing. And then, it happened, a girl, I would get up at night - we also had lamps burning everywhere - but somewhere in a corner and pray until the morning. Or I’ll go into the garden early in the morning, as soon as the sun rises, I’ll fall on my knees, pray and cry, and I myself don’t know what I’m praying for and what I’m crying about; so they will find me. And what I prayed for then, what I asked for - I don’t know; I don't need anything, I've had enough of everything. And what dreams I had, Varenka, what dreams! Or golden temples, or some extraordinary gardens, and invisible voices sing all the time, and the smell of cypress, and the mountains and trees seem not to be the same as usual, but as they are written on the images. And it's like I'm flying, and I'm flying through the air. And now sometimes I dream, but rarely, and not that. I will die soon. No, I know that I will die. Oh, girl, something bad is happening to me, some kind of miracle. This has never happened to me. There is something so extraordinary about me. It's like I'm starting to live again, or ... I really don't know. But what, Varya, to be some kind of sin! Such a fear on me, such a fear on me! It’s as if I’m standing over an abyss and someone is pushing me there, but there’s nothing for me to hold on to. What happened to you? Are you healthy? Healthy ... It would be better if I were sick, otherwise it’s not good. A dream comes into my head. And I won't leave her anywhere. If I start thinking, I won’t collect my thoughts, I won’t pray, I won’t pray in any way. I babble words with my tongue, but my mind is completely different: it’s as if the evil one is whispering in my ears, but everything about such things is not good. And then it seems to me that I will feel ashamed of myself. What happened with me? Before trouble before any it! At night, Varya, I can’t sleep, I keep imagining some kind of whisper: someone is talking to me so affectionately, it’s like he’s dove me, like a dove is cooing. I no longer dream, Varya, as before, paradise trees and mountains; but it’s as if someone hugs me so hot, hot, and leads me somewhere, and I follow him, I go ...