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ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. The one thing I can't understand is how you reconcile
your desire to marry Mrs. Protásova, who has a husband living, with your
religious conviction that divorce is contrary to Christianity.
VICTOR. Mother, this is cruel of you! Are we really so immaculate that
we must always be perfectly consistent when life is so complex? Mother,
why are you so cruel to me?
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. I love you. I desire your happiness.
VICTOR [to Prince Abrézkov] Prince!
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. Of course you desire his happiness. But it is not easy
for you and me, with our grey hairs, to understand the young; and it is
particularly difficult for a mother grown accustomed to her own idea of
how her son is to be happy. Women are all like that.
ANNA DMÍTRIEVNA. Yes, yes indeed! You are all against me! You may do it,
of course. Vous êtes majeur.[18] ... But you will kill me!
[
18] You are of age.
VICTOR. You are not yourself. This is worse than cruelty!
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV [to Victor] Be quiet, Victor. Your mother's words are
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