SONYA: Not a word! His heart and soul are still locked from me, and yet for some reason I am strangely happy. I wonder why?
[She laughs with pleasure]
I told him that he was well-bred and handsome and that his voice was sweet. Was that a mistake? I can still feel his voice vibrating in the air; it caresses me.
[Wringing her hands]
Oh! how terrible it is to be plain! I am plain, I know it. As I came out of church last Sunday I overheard a woman say, "She is a dear, noble girl, but what a pity she is so ugly!" So ugly!