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PRINCESS. You think that you can't! Nonsense. Everybody has served and
does serve. You and Nicholas Ivánovich have invented some new sort of
Christianity which is not Christianity, but a devilish doctrine to make
everybody suffer!
BORÍS. As is said in the Gospels!
PRINCESS. Nothing of the kind, or if it is, then all the same it is
stupid. Darling, Bórya, have pity on me. [Throws herself on his neck,
weeps] My whole life has been nothing but sorrow. There was but one ray
of joy, and you are turning it into torture. Bórya--have pity on me!
BORÍS. Mamma, this is terribly hard on me. But I cannot explain it to
you.
PRINCESS. Come now, don't refuse--say you will serve!
NICHOLAS IVÁNOVICH. Say you will think it over--and do think it over.
BORÍS. Very well then. But you too, Mamma, should have pity on me. It is
hard on me too. [Cries are again heard from the corridor]. You know I'm
in a lunatic asylum, and might really go mad.
Enter Head Doctor.
HEAD DOCTOR. Madam, this may have very bad consequences. Your son is in
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