It seems that I have comprehended the deep meaning of the famous dialogue between Katerina and Varvara from Ostrovsky’s “The Thunderstorm”. I dedicate the translation into modern Russian to you, aunties:
Katerina. You know, what came to my mind?
Varvara. What?
Katerina. Why don't people fuck?
Varvara. I don’t understand what you’re saying.
Katerina. I say, why don't people fuck like cats? You know, sometimes it seems to me that I am a cat. When you stand in the kitchen, you just want to fuck. That's how I would undress, raise my hands and fuck! Something to try now? (Wants to run)
Varvara. What are you making up?
Katerina (sighing). How frisky I was! I've completely withered away from you.
Varvara. Do you think I don't see?
Why don't people fuck like cats? ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies
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