Water.
Take me to a dressing station.
Help me.
Doctor, this boy needs help.
- How far have you carried him? - I don't know.
You should have saved yourself the trouble.
He is dead.
Damn you, Napoleon.
Damn you to hell!
Well, we've stood our ground.
We've taken the worst that Napoleon has to offer.
We must attack tomorrow morning.
Do you agree, sir?
Yes, I agree, theoretically.
According to all the rules that we have ever learned about warfare...
we must attack tomorrow morning.
But we cannot attack!
We are too exhausted to attack!
But, sire, if we retreat now...
We leave the ground to the enemy.
But he has paid too high a price for it.
Finally, he will bleed to death from this victory.
But it will be impossible to make a stand in front of Moscow.
Yes, General, you are right.
Do you mean to abandon Russia's ancient and sacred capital?
Russia's ancient and sacred capital?
Allow me to tell you, Your Excellency...
that that question has no meaning for a Russian.
Such a question cannot be put. It is senseless!
The question I've asked you and these gentlemen...
to meet to discuss is a military one!
The question is of saving Russia!
Is it better to give up Moscow without a battle...
or by accepting battle lose the army as well as Moscow?
Well, gentlemen, I see I am the one...
who has to pay for the broken crockery.
Gentlemen, I've heard your views.
Some of you will not agree with me...
but I, by the authority entrusted to me...
by my sovereign and my country...
order a retreat.
No, faster! Faster! The French will be here...
before we're ready to leave, unless you move more quickly.
Now, come on. Up! Up!
Put all the glass things in the front wagons.
And the books.
Put them in the low wagon.
- Here, take this. And this. - Thank you.
And these gloves. I'll never wear them again.
Thank you.
They are the wounded from Borodino.
Hurry!
Vera, come!
Give me some water.
- Papa, have you seen the wounded men? - Yes.
I've given permission for them to live in the house after we've gone.
Someone badly wounded?
Just about alive.
It is a miracle His Excellency has lasted this long.
- His Excellency? - Our colonel, miss.
Miss Sonya!
Mavra, don't tell anyone about this.
Not yet. Promise me.
Aunt! Prince Andre is here.
Among the wounded.
- Andre? - I saw him.
He is unconscious. Terribly wounded.
- Natasha. - She doesn't know yet.
- She mustn't know. - His men say he's dying.
Natasha must not know.
All right! Get those wagons moving!
Pull them up ahead and turn them around!
You, in the back, pull ahead! We've got another load of wounded!
- Officer? - Get them moving! Yes, miss?
After we've left and the wounded men are in our house, what then?
I'm afraid I don't know. I'm only a transport officer.
My orders are to get back quickly and pick up another load of wounded.
They're to be left here deserted with nobody to take care of them?
To be taken prisoner? To die?
I'm afraid that's in other hands than ours, mademoiselle.
- If you will permit me... - Take those chairs down!
That's enough. Now, put it down now.
- Come along. - Father, you can't do this!
What do you mean? The settee?
If you left that here, those three men wouldn't have to stay here...
- and become prisoners of the French! - What three men?
But of course!
If we leave the settee behind, I don't know what will happen to your mother.
- I'll speak to mother. - Back into the house with it!
You three are to come with us on that cart, please.
Sir, your men must make themselves at home in my house.
Count, please help us.
Is there no room in one of your carts for this poor fellow?
Of course.
Hurry. Hurry.
- Oh, my. - Oh, those men, Papa.
I know. It's very sad.
- Still, in a war... - We must take them with us.
Papa, we're going to unload everything...
and take every man who's able to travel.
You're right. So very right.
Take those back. Put that down.
Vasilich, unload all the carts.
- Unload? - Do as you're told.
You can tell your men we'll find room for them all.
Thank you, sir.
- Papa! - Come along now!
Take this off. Take it all down.
Unload the carts.
Unload this cart completely. Take it all down.
- Overboard with that. - Take all that down.
You, come here.
Take down that terrible table. Leave it behind. We don't need it.
Empty the cart straightaway.
All of this out. You, come here and help.
Ilya, what is this? They're unloading everything.
To make room for the wounded, my dear.
But these are our things.
Things, things. Things that can be bought.
Think what it means to be left behind to all these men.
It isn't fair. The government ought to care for the wounded.
Mama, you can't object. Look at them.
You'd leave them behind to save a few sticks of furniture?
Mama, suppose Nicholas was one of them...
or Petya?
Of course you are right, darling.
I'm sorry, Ilya.
The chicks are teaching the hen.
Ten more minutes! We leave in ten minutes.
I'm ready now, Ilya.
Now come along, girls. In you get. Quickly, quickly.
In God's name, off!
Dear Moscow, everybody's leaving you.
Look! Look over there by the corner!
- Who is it? I can't see. - Pierre!
Over here, Pierre!
You're safe. You promised you'd come back, and you have.
You mustn't stay, Pierre. You must come with us.
Did you see the battle, Pierre?
Yes, I saw it. I saw too much.
- Come with us, Pierre. - I can't.
I must stay in the city. There's... I have something...
- Stop the coach. - Something I must do.
Go on.
Remember me. Remember.
Why wouldn't he come with us?
I don't understand.
You're crying. For Pierre?
For us because we're leaving? Well, what then?
I have to tell her.
There's someone among the wounded... someone we know.
He's traveling with us now.
Well, is he badly hurt? Why didn't you tell me before?
I didn't know how to tell you.
He told you not to tell me.
He's asleep or unconscious. He didn't speak.
He didn't speak?
Moscow.
Asiatic city of innumerable churches.
Lots of them.
Moscow the holy...
here at my feet...
at last.
On the ancient monuments of barbarism and despotism...
I shall inscribe great words of justice...
and mercy.
What a splendid reign Emperor Alexander's might have been.
Now, I'm ready to accept the surrender of the city.
Now.
Well, where are the boyards? Where is the deputation?
There is no one, sire.
The city is empty, half of it on fire.
There is no government...
no one to surrender to you.
That's impossible.
Impossible... and ridiculous!
There must be a surrender.
This is an insult!
They're going to pay for this.
- The skyline! Look! - It's a village on fire.
- It could be Magdagachi. - Look at it.
- Moscow is on fire. - But it's so windy and dry.
- God have mercy. - Save us.
Oh, it is Moscow. Poor Moscow.
Natasha, Sonya, come and look.
Moscow's on fire.
- Moscow? - Oh, no.
How terrible.
Let's go back to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.
- Papa, I must talk to you. - Again? Go back to bed.
You must give me your permission to join the army.
You already know it. It's no.
I must go where I can do the most good for my country.
Your duty now is not what you think.
Your duty is to stay with us and to help your mother.
I'm sorry, Papa. I've already made up my mind.
Natasha, do look. The whole city's on fire.
You can see it from the window.
- You didn't even look. - Yes, really, I did.
Go back to sleep. You'll catch your death of cold.
And you too, Natasha darling. Go to sleep.
- Venture we were burning the city. - Who knows?
Please.
Your officers... where are they?
Officers, miss?
I don't know. Down there somewhere.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
I love you.
Forgive me.
Forgive what?
For everything I have done.
I love you more...
better than before.
I want all these fires put out. See to it now.
Yes, sire.
No! Let me go! Take your hands off me!
Let me go!
Let me go.
Take that.
- Where did he come from? - I don't know.
Take him over there.
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
Cut 'em down.
Two others. Quickly. Come on.
No! Help me!
Help me, please! Please don't let them!
Hurry up. Come on!
Please. No!
No, please!
No, please, no!
Ready!
Aim!
Cut them down.
No, that's all.
The orders were to shoot only the incendiaries.
Take them back to prison.
Forward, march!
Don't brood, sir.
That's not for us to judge whether to be spared or not spared.
Finally, in the world to come God will give us a word or two of explanation...
and then it'll all be clear.
Here you are, Grey. Come here, boy.
You found me again. That's a little fella.
That's right. You sit right down there.
Be a good boy.
Do you like cold potatoes?
We had soup for dinner, and the potatoes were delicious.
Here you are, boy.
Perhaps you'd like some salt.
Ah, that's better now, huh?
I'm all right.
Why did they shoot those poor fellows? The last one was barely 20.
Ah, what a sin, what a sin.
Well, where's there's law, there's injustice.
Come on, boy, get up.
The maggot eats the cabbage, yet dies first.
What did you say?
I say things happen not as we plan, but as God judges.
Have you got a family estate, sir, and a housewife?
Your old parents... are they still living?
Perhaps you've got little ones, then?
Never mind, dear lad.
You're young folks yet, and pray God may have some still.
The great thing is to live in harmony.
Well, dear lad...
I was still living at home.
We had a well-to-do homestead, a nice piece of land...
and a house that one could thank God for.
When Father and we went a-mowin', there was seven of us.
We were real peasants. We lived well.
Well, one day I...
I went into someone else's forest to cut wood.
But a keeper found me.
I was taken before a judge for trial...
flogged and sent to serve as a soldier.
Well, lad, we thought that was a misfortune...
but that turned out to be a blessing.
You see, if it hadn't been for my sin...
my brother would've gone instead of me, and he's got five little ones.
Whereas I only had a wife to leave behind.
We had a little girl, but God took her before I left for the wars.
You've had hard luck.
We can make it into misery or into joy.
Our luck's like water in a dragnet.
You pull at it, and it bulges.
But when you've drawn it out, there's nothing in it.
That's how it is, dear boy.
Well, now I think it's time to sleep.
Lord Jesus Christ, holy Saint Nicholas, Frola and Lavra.
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy upon us and save us.
That's the way.
Lay me down like a stone, O God, and raise me up like a loaf.
What prayer was that you were saying?
I was praying. Don't you pray?
Yes, I do. But what did you say... Frola and Lavra?
Ah, the horse's saints.
One must pity the animals too.
Come on, Grey. Come over here. That's right.
You get warm and lie down. That's it.
That's right.
I thought you were asleep.
No, I was lying here watching you...
enjoying you, being thankful for you.
Sleep, my dearest.
No, not yet.
I want to keep my eyes open.
I want to look at you.
You know...
you're not the girl I saw dancing all night...
the girl who whispered on the balcony to the moon.
You're something much better.
How serene you are.
How valuable.
I love you so much.
It's a terrible thing.
Only at a moment like this can one talk so openly.
Until now, I knew nothing about love.
I was a great hater, Natasha.
I hated so many things, but most of all I hated you.
You had every right.
I love you more than I've ever loved anything on this earth.
Maybe this place has something to do with it, this monastery.
Maybe the monks really know about love.
Now I'm beginning to understand too.
Maybe death is my private monastery.
Where is he?
- Can I see him? - Of course.
But a moment, my dear. Is that his son?
- Yes. - And he's called?
- Kolja. - Kolja! But what a lovely boy!
- Where is he? - Natasha's with him.
We've sent to ask.
I think you must be tired, Princess.
We've prepared rooms for you.
- And where is Petya? - He left a few days ago.
We simply couldn't control him any longer.
He kept on and on about going into the army...
until we just had to let him go.
Don't worry. The war will probably be over before he gets his commission.
- Did you receive my letter? - Yes.
Thanks be to God.
That was a good piece of news.
You and Princess Mary.
- I'm worried about Sonya. - That's all right.
I told her immediately.
But, Mother, I wanted to explain it to her myself.
Mary.
There, now. You're going to stay with us, little man?
Come, my dear.
- Come, little darling. - Come see him, Mary.
Nicholas, you come along.
Nicholas, I've read your letter.
I know.
She's a fine woman, isn't she?
If you want to, Nicholas, you're free.
Forgive me, Sonya.
No one will tell me anything.
How is his wound, his condition?
What do the doctors say?
Is he worse?
Andre.
Hello, Mary.
How did you manage to get here? Have you brought little Kolja?
How are you now?
That, my dear, you must ask the doctor.
There, you see how strangely fate has brought us together?
She looks after me all the time.
- Mary came from Ryazan. - Really?
So you've met Count Nicholas, Mary?
Yes.
He wrote that he took a great liking to you.
If you like him too, it would be a good thing if you were to get married.
Why talk of me, Andre?
Would you like to see little Kolja?
He's outside.
I'd be very glad to see him.
Is it too much for you, all this talking?
No. It's worse for Mary.
I want to tell her so many things, but I don't seem to be able to.
Kiss him, Kolja.
Kiss your father.
No one is permitted to cry in this room, you know.
Not children...
and not grownups either.
I think you'd better go out and play now.
He's a handsome little boy.
What is it, Mary? Is it about the child?
You know the Gospel.
"The fowls of the air sow not, neither do they reap...
yet your Father feedeth them. "
That's why you mustn't cry.
Come sit beside me.
The hardest thing is to keep alive at sunset.
I had a wonderful dream.
I saw a door.
I could see beyond it.
I dreamt that I died...
and as I died, I awoke.
Yes...
death is an awakening.
You see?
It's all so simple.
Is it over?
Where is he now?
Where has he gone?
What is this?
Here we are...
the masters of the capital of the largest country in the world.
We don't have a single civilian to feed, and even so, I get these reports!
"The stocks are dwindling. Food is disappearing.
Ammunition is on fire. The danger point is approaching. "
Who writes out these reports?
Who is taking steps to correct them?
I brought the greatest army in Europe into this city.
What do I see around me now? A mob of looters and drunkards.
They are not soldiers anymore.
They are ragpickers.
Junk men!
I am sure Kutuzov must have sent emissaries...
to ask for the terms of surrender.
What happened? Were they detained at the outposts? Are they shot?
Sire, I myself have given explicit instructions...
to all the commanders of all the outposts.
There have been no emissaries...
from the Russian commander-in-chief.
The city's burning down around our ears...
house by house.
I have given strictest orders to shoot all incendiaries...
and even here, in my own headquarters, you cannot get the...
you cannot get the stink of smoke out of your nostrils!
Gentlemen, take hold.
Take hold, or I promise you, I will replace you all.
With all your titles...
with all your decorations and all your battles...
I'll go out into the streets and pick the first ten soldiers I can find...
who are not drunk...
and put them in your place!
I warn you, gentlemen...
I cannot sit here much longer...
watching my army...
decay.
Close the window, someone.
Already the wild geese are flying south.
What if we are trapped here through winter?
Time and patience.
Patience and time.
The grand army's wounded.
But is it mortally wounded?
An apple...
should not be plucked while it's green.
Patience and time.
Yeah? Who is it?
Come in!
A special courier, Your Excellency.
Excellency, the French are preparing to leave Moscow.
Come closer.
Excellency, would you like me to...
O Lord...
my creator...
thou hast heard our prayer.
Russia is saved.
I thank thee, O Lord.
Russian women.
They're the lice that live on the conquerors.
They have to leave with them or die.
Attack!
The word "attack" is always on your tongues.
Gentlemen...
they came into our country like locusts...
leaving nothing behind... food nor shelter.
Now they're going back the way they came...
through the desolation they made themselves.
A cold, hungry army...
two thousand miles from home...
doing what every Russian wants...
leaving our country with all possible speed.
The country is destroying them.
And the Russian army?
Since Borodino, the Russian army has been in constant retreat.
Now it must attack.
For what?
I wouldn't give one Russian soldier...
for ten Frenchmen!
Those retreats...
have brought about the destruction of the French army...
and will bring about the liberation of our country.
The animal is running.
We will follow it...
and flick its haunches with whips...
to encourage it to keep moving.
We will follow it to the borders of our country.
We will offer the French a golden bridge...
to the west.
Get moving there! Get moving!
All stragglers will be shot.
Get up.
Get up! Keep moving!
Get up!
Come on!
Get into line!
Get up. Come on, get up!
I can't.
Get up! Now!
Oh, please.
All right.
971...
972...
73, 74...
75, 76.
Get up!
Get moving!
- One, two... - Clear the road!
- Out of the way! - Clear the road.
Clear the road there. Stand aside.
Out of the way. Out of the way.
Move on!
Move on! Keep moving!
- Move on! Move on! - One...
two, three.
What are you... counting all the time?
I count to a thousand and start again to keep my feet going.
- My feet are numb. - You've never needed them before.
Have you?
Gentlemen ride in carriages or on horseback.
I've lived my whole life on foot...
yet you'll outlast me.
Start again. One, two.
Four...
five, six.
Get up!
Come on. Keep moving.
Are you afraid too, friend?
One, two...
three, four...
five.
Halt!
- Who are you? - Ensign Rostov...
looking for Colonel Dolokhov's detachment.
I have a dispatch from the commander-in-chief.
Come, then.
How did you find us?
Some peasants in the village below told me.
- Dragoons? - Yes, sir. Dragoons.
How many infantrymen?
- Maybe a hundred. - Or 200?
Yes, sir. Perhaps 200.
Perhaps! Perhaps! Get out of here before I lose my temper!
Out!
When was he captured?
Last night, but we won't keep him long.
I usually do not take prisoners.
- What is this dispatch? - It's my general's dispatch, sir.
- Who are you? - Ensign Rostov, sir.
Rostov. Do you have a brother Nicholas?
- Yes, sir. Do you know him? - Yes.
"All patrols are to pull back immediately to join the main army...
and prepare for a general attack...
when the French attempt to cross the Berezina River. "
Rostov, you didn't find me tonight.
You didn't find me to give me this till tomorrow.
Why, sir?
That French column of stragglers.
I'm going to attack them tomorrow morning.
- One last fight. - Let me come.
I'll say I didn't find you tonight if you let me fight too, sir.
- I'll make you a bargain. - No, no, no, no.
Yes, sir. Let me come.
It's a bargain, but you keep out of trouble...
or you will make trouble for me with the general.
Thank you. Thank you.
Go and eat something.
Now, I will move in through the forest.
You take your men around to the other side of the valley during the night.
Be ready to attack at my signal.
- Right. Any reserves? - No reserves.
This is our last fight...
and we're not going to hold back anything.
Ensign, you want some?
Thank you.
Hungry?
Have this.
Thank you very much.
Remember, stay behind me at all times.
Charge!
- Cossacks! - Cossacks!
You must have wished often you had killed me in that stupid duel.
You probably haven't heard that Helene died in St. Petersburg.
Finally, I want to ask you to forgive me...
for the harm I did you.
Halt!
Take them away. You know what to do with them.
He wouldn't stay behind.
It was a game for him.
His saber was a toy.
I never take prisoners.
Stand by your guns!
Fire! Fire!
Yes, burn them.
Hooray, lads!
Hoorah!
I thank you all for your hard...
and faithful service.
The victory is complete...
and Russia will not forget you!
Honor to you forever!
Well...
shall we see what's happened to the rest of the house?
Come on, Mary.
Sonya, why don't you see what the kitchen's like?
- Yes, surely. - Prokofy, you might find some tea.
Yes, miss.
Will you look in the cellar, Vasilich?
Very well.
Mama! Papa!
The north wing is just as it was. Nothing's happened.
We have a house... half a house.
Isn't it wonderful?
Mama, you can come and rest. We're home.
Dunyasha, make Mama a cold compress...
and, oh, take this footstool.
She always liked that.
The baby can go in my room. Whoops.
Up you go. There.
Oh, I do hope Vasilich will find a bottle of port.
You see, Mary? You're going to have a born optimist as a father-in-law.
I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.
Hurry up, Nicholas!
You're delaying the trip to the country!
Pierre.
We were so worried when we heard you were taken prisoner.
But you've come back.
You are like this house.
You suffer, you show your wounds...
but you stand.
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