STELLA: …stupid, hungry, miserable, open your squinted eyes, those you pity are wasting us! Did I ask him to settle me down? Because everyone wants to cut me down, one wants to make me a lady, the other a housewife! What's wrong with the way I am? So does anyone who wants the freedom of themselves belong to the underworld? Tell me one who came and didn’t want to change me to their liking…! And what am I for them to change me, a gramophone! In such a case, did they like me at first? Because I was suitable for change or repair? Did I ever tell any of them “I’m dying for you but I want you differently”… to none! I fall like a blind woman, I give everything, I believe them, while they plan inside how to make me different! No, my dears, I didn’t fool anyone, they fooled me…! (to MARIA)… You, at least, understand me…!
Excerpt from the theatrical play: “Stella With the Red Gloves”, Part two, Scene one, from Theater, volume E’, Kedros, 1991
