Boris monologue (Act 3) — The Storm

It's like a dream! This night, and singing and trysts! They're walking, their arms round each other. It is so new for me, so sweet! Here I am waiting for something. And what I am waiting for--I know not and cannot picture to myself; only my heart is throbbing and every nerve is quivering. I cannot think even what to say to her, I can hardly breathe, my knees are shaking! My stupid heart is in my mouth, I can't quiet it. Here she comes. (_Katerina slowly comes down the path, wrapt in a large white kerchief, her eyes fixed on the ground. Silence._) Is it you? Katerina Petrovna? (_Silence._) How can I ever thank you,--I don't know. (_Silence._) If you only knew, Katerina Petrovna, how I love you!