- I'm glad you stayed tonight. - So am I.
- Aren't the Rostovs charming? - Charming.
It's wonderful to watch them together.
They're like a special race... a race of handsome, healthy...
gay, thoughtless animals.
Thoughtless?
That's the most charming of their characteristics.
- All of them, you think? - All of them.
No, within a year or two, the girl, Natasha, will begin to think.
That will make her even more charming and less of a Rostov.
- You follow me? - I think so.
I think it's bad for you... it's wrong to stay down here...
year after year, brooding, not seeing anyone...
living the life of a hermit.
Bad? Wrong?
There are only two things in this life that are really wrong.
Remorse and illness.
When I've recovered from the both, I'll go out in the world again.
Remorse? What have you got to be remorseful for?
I was too late.
I let Lise die feeling unloved, uncomforted.
I was too busy on the trail of glory...
to take the time to comfort my wife.
Well, I found glory.
I stopped the retreat of a hundred men for five minutes.
I was left for dead on a lost battlefield in a lost war.
I'll stop being a hermit...
when something happens to make me forget all those things.
Well, I think I'd better go to bed now.
Good night, Pierre.
Thank you again.
Good night, Andre.
Natasha, come to bed. You'll catch cold.
I won't. I can't sleep. What's the use?
After a day like this, it's impossible to sleep.
How can anyone sleep?
Do just come and see what a moon. Look how glorious it is.
Yes?
Do you think Prince Andre likes us?
- Of course he does. - He's so silent.
He keeps sitting there as though he's passing judgment on us.
I'm a little frightened of him, aren't you?
I'm a little frightened, and yet when I sang after dinner...
I wanted to go up to him and take him by the hand...
Iook in his eyes and sing just for him.
Poor man. He'd never come here again if I'd done that.
Did you notice he almost never smiles?
While I was singing, I turned and caught him looking at me.
He was smiling then.
And I felt...
But it's almost impossible to describe.
I felt as if someone had given me...
the most enormous, beautiful present.
Come to bed, Natasha. It's terribly late.
Oh, you try to spoil everything.
A night like this, I feel like hugging myself...
and straining tight as possible and flying away.
- Take care! You'll fall out! - All right.
But it is a shame to go in on such a night.
It's as though you can hear wonderful music...
and you just know that the next song or the song after that...
will be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard in your life.
And being pulled away and missing it forever.
Forever.
All right.
- The expression on my face. - What about it?
- Do I look disdainful? - No.
You're impossible. I'm sure I look disdainful.
What do you want to look disdainful for?
I thought if I looked bored and disdainful...
nobody would notice that this is the first ball I've ever been to.
- How's this? Better? - Oh, that's much better.
Good.
- You must promise me one thing. - What's that?
- Not to dance with me... - Not a chance.
No matter if I just stand against the wall for five hours...
and nobody comes over and says a word to me.
No matter how much I seem to be appealing to you...
you must absolutely promise me not to ask me to dance.
- Why not? - It will be too humiliating...
for the world to see the only person who asked me to dance...
is my brother... out of pity.
- Promise? - I promise.
What now?
- Is everybody looking at me? - Can't you see for yourself?
Not without changing the expression on my face.
Natasha, you know, there's one awful thing about you.
Tell it to me! Tell me the whole truth.
No girl I'll ever meet will ever be able to amuse me like you do.
Don't talk like that. Now go and leave us to our fate.
Excuse me, my dear. Nicholas, look after your mother.
- You all right, Mother? - Yes, my darling.
What a horrible mistake.
I shouldn't have come.
Nothing is going to happen.
The night is going to be one horrible, black...
degrading zero.
Aw, Count Denilov, come and meet my family.
Madame Maria Peronskaya.
You know my wife. My niece Sonya. And my daughter Natasha.
- How do you do? - May I have the pleasure?
Oh, dear.
Perhaps I shall be more fortunate later on.
Have no fear. I shall try again.
Denilov is our hostess' first cousin.
- Supposed to be worth millions. - Second cousin, dear.
Ah, there's the French ambassador himself.
He looks as if he were a king.
You're rather late, you know. Most of my dances are gone.
Why must I keep thinking of Prince Andre?
Am I so much in love with him...
that all others seem ridiculous?
We saw so little of each other...
and yet I remember every moment.
Oh, if only he could have brought me here tonight.
Why doesn't he like the city?
It isn't right for a man to shut himself off...
for months and months as he does.
I am so delighted to see you again.
Will you honor me with this dance?
- Pierre, nice to see you again. - Pierre, my boy.
Will you honor me with this dance?
Don't you just love dances?
Not ordinarily.
This is the first one I've come to in more than two years.
I'm so glad you did come.
I mean, after the night of the hunt...
Mama and Papa said how nice it was that you came to visit...
and they hoped you'd come again.
I hope you tell Mama and Papa that I intend to visit often.
Very often, if they will permit me.
- I certainly shall tell them. - And on moonlit nights...
do you still want to hold yourself tight and fly off to the moon?
How do you know? Where did you hear?
I couldn't help overhearing. My window is just below yours.
What a disaster. You heard everything.
No. You disappeared too soon.
You must think I'm an utter idiot.
No. I don't think you're an idiot.
- I think... - Permit me, mademoiselle.
May I have the pleasure of this dance?
Thank you.
What a joy it is to dance with her.
Like holding springtime in your arms.
Like holding a branch of lilac or a kitten.
Look at her now.
If she looks back at me and smiles on the next turn...
she'll be my wife.
Guide us with thy infinite wisdom.
Teach us to abide in thy mercy.
And if it be thy will, let this bed be my grave.
Mama, I must talk to you just once more.
Well, well.
It's about Prince Andre, I suppose.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Five days that he hasn't been heard from.
First he comes and sees me every day, morning and evening...
and quite turns my head, then nothing happens and all's finished.
Now, let me tell you about myself when I was young.
I had a cousin. A handsome young man.
Yes, really handsome.
I know... Cyril Nutvich.
But must everything, as in your case, end up in nothing?
Now you're being impulsive, as I used to be.
You must be patient, very patient.
You must wait till a proper proposal has been made to you.
- He'll show up. - The last time he came...
he had it right here on the tip of his tongue, his proposal.
And he seemed so in love.
I'm always a little afraid when I'm in his presence.
What does it mean? Does it mean that it's real love?
- Mama, are you asleep? - No, my pet.
I'm a little frightened myself. Now go.
Oh, it's not fair. I shan't sleep.
Mommy, such a thing has never happened to me before.
Could we ever have thought it when he first came to the country...
that we should meet at the ball?
Well, it must be fate.
Clearly it must be fate if everything led up to this.
Mama, need one be ashamed of his being a widower?
No, darling. Pray to God. Marriages are made in heaven.
Mama, how I love you. I'm so happy.
Little countess, are you asleep?
Yes, dear, I'm asleep. Good night.
Marry. Marry?
As though life were not complicated enough as it is.
And in such a hurry.
You thought you knew what you were doing last time too.
- Do you remember? - This is completely different.
- It's always completely different. - Before I met her...
life was sad...
meaningless, hopeless.
You're over 30. By the time a man's over 30...
life should be sad, meaningless and hopeless.
- Father. - All right, all right!
Let's be reasonable.
- Her family is nothing. - Now, Father...
Nothing compared to the Bolkonskys. Nothing.
Her father is well known as a man who used to chase...
every woman in Moscow and St. Petersburg...
without success.
Now that he's grown older...
he's well known as a man who plays in every card game...
in Moscow and St. Petersburg, equally without success.
They're a happy and delightful family.
That's a success too. Perhaps the greatest success.
But do you think you're being fair to the girl?
You're much older than she.
You have a son to bring up.
Who's going to take the responsibility?
A little chit of a girl?
I beg of you, put it off for just one year...
and go abroad.
There's this peace mission to Prussia.
The czar and the emperor Napoleon.
They'll be signing a treaty there.
I know you wanted to go on the mission.
Now, after one year, if you still have this love...
or obstinacy, passion, whatever you choose to call it, marry her.
That is my last word on the subject.
It's my last word.
Is it possible that I, Natasha...
am to be the wife of this strange, dear, clever man...
whom even my father looks up to?
Can it be true?
Can it be true that there can be no more playing with life...
that now I am grown up, that on me now lies...
the responsibility of my every word and deed?
I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.
- Do you love me? - Yes.
What is it? What's the matter?
I'm so happy.
Did your mother tell you what I explained to her?
There's nothing to explain.
Did she tell you that it can't be for a year?
Forgive me, but you're so young. I want you to be absolutely sure.
I am sure.
One year isn't too terribly long, and you'll be free.
If within that year you find that you don't love me...
or if you come to love someone else...
Don't say that. You must never say anything like that again.
Ayear? Am I going to see you, though?
Of course. I have to go to Poland, but I'll be gone only a few months.
Well, can't it be helped? Is there anything that can be done?
It's awful! I'll die waiting a year! It's impossible!
No, I'll do anything. Whatever you say.
Oh, I'm so happy. We have the rest of our lives.
At Tilsit, in Prussia, on June 13, 1807...
Napoleon met with Emperor Alexander of Russia...
for the purpose of discussing a treaty of peace.
They can't help liking me.
I'm so willing to do anything they wish...
so ready to be fond of him...
for being his father.
- I am Mary Bolkonsky. - Charmed.
- And this is my daughter Natasha. - How do you do?
Good afternoon.
Please excuse my father. He doesn't feel well.
He asked me to welcome you in his name.
- Will you have some tea? - Well, I think that would be...
No, thank you.
I suppose you've heard from Andre?
Yes.
Father!
Ah, you're the young Countess Rostov.
I didn't know you were paying me the honor of a visit.
You must excuse my costume. I came to speak to my daughter.
Why wasn't I told?
Count Rostov. Oh, yes, I've heard a great deal about you.
A great deal about you.
As the Lord is my witness, nobody told me that they were here.
This house... utter confusion, chaos.
People coming and going, and you can't find anything.
Even the papers in my desk.
You must excuse me.
As you see, I'm not prepared to entertain.
I can't stand Moscow anyhow!
I wouldn't be here except I've no alternative.
I'm forced to be here. You understand, don't you?
Well, I think we'd better leave now, Princess.
Wait. I must talk to you.
Dear Natasha, I want to tell you...
that I'm certain my brother has found happiness.
Princess, I think it is not convenient to speak of that now.
Isn't it wonderful?
Aren't you glad you decided to come instead of sitting home all night?
I don't know. Until Andre comes back...
I can't be glad about anything.
Well, it's only a few weeks. Do you see that tall man over there?
Yes. What about him?
When we passed him, I heard him say to his wife...
"That's the Countess Rostov, the one who's going to marry Bolkonsky.
Lucky man."
- He said, "Lucky man?" - Lucky man.
I must write that to Andre.
He can pass it on to his horrible old father.
- Countess Bezukhov has arrived. - Bezukhov?
One of my favorites. I must call on her.
Countess Bezukhov! You're back in Moscow.
I'm delighted to see you. The city hasn't been the same without you.
I've brought my two girls with me, as you can see.
Magnificent woman.
Yes. You can understand how men must fall in love with her.
Dolokhov, see the girl in that box?
Yes. She's lovely, but...
For you? Anatole, she's not exactly your type.
Count Rostov, may I borrow your lovely daughter...
to sit with me through the next act?
Oh, Countess, how charming. Natasha, my dear, come along.
- Isn't it exciting? - Yes.
Enchanting. You mustn't bury her in the country again.
Oh, you're too kind. Natasha, sit down.
Now we can tear all our friends to pieces.
You realize that everyone in the theater is talking about you...
how lovely you are and the brilliant match you've made.
- You know about that? - It's the news of the season.
Prince Andre Bolkonsky?
Why, every woman here tonight is jealous of you at this moment.
Why, Anatole!
May I present my brother? Countess Natasha Rostov.
My brother is the center of fashion in Moscow.
That means that he eats and drinks too much...
and plays for too high stakes.
He also sees the worst and most amusing people.
You simply must get him to tell you all there is to do this season.
- Countess! - Prince, you've been neglecting me.
- I was convinced you were dead. - Dead?
When I saw you the first time at the ball...
When was it, six, seven weeks ago?
I thought, "What a pretty girl." That's all I thought.
But tonight... But you felt it too, hmm?
- I felt... - When our eyes met?
Don't look guilty. What's there to be ashamed of?
Are you enjoying the opera? It's very good, isn't it?
Oh, is it? I haven't noticed.
I haven't looked at the stage tonight.
I must see you again.
You must come to my sister's house... very soon.
I think...
I think my mother's in the country. I may go up to be with her.
She's enchanting.
Go away, Anatole. You will distract us.
All right.
You'll come.
I'll take this as a pledge.
My brother is very amusing, isn't he?
How lovely she is.
I don't think so... when I look at you.
Natasha, come.
You're enchanting.
From the moment I saw you, I never ceased worshipping you.
I do hope you don't think us too informal, Count.
Oh, Countess!
I'm madly in love with you.
The success was triumphant. The whole theater...
- Papa, we must leave. - My dear, we can't go now.
It was like one big heart, palpitating with emotion.
His Majesty the king was so moved...
that tears were streaming down his face.
My cloak, please.
I can't. You know I can't.
"Dearest Natasha...
My fate has been sealed... to be loved by you or die.
I know your parents won't give you to me...
for secret reasons I will reveal only to you.
But if you love me, you need only say the word yes...
and no human power can hinder us.
Anatole. "
You're back.
How was your evening? Did you amuse yourself?
Yes. I made excuses for you.
I was worried about you. How's your headache? Better?
- Sonya, you read that letter. - Yes.
I'm glad you read it. I couldn't keep it from you any longer.
- You know we love one another. - But Anatole Kuragine.
- If only you knew how happy I am. - And Andre?
- You don't know what love is. - Then you are refusing Andre?
You don't understand anything. Don't talk nonsense. Listen.
How is it that you loved a man for so many months, and suddenly...
Why? You've only seen Anatole three times.
I've never loved anyone before. I know it's hard to understand.
I've heard it's happened that way. You must have too.
It's only now I feel such love.
As soon as I saw him, I felt he was my master...
and I his slave, and I couldn't help loving him.
Yes, his slave! Whatever he commands, I must do!
- What can I do, Sonya? - If he loves you...
why doesn't he come honestly to the house, to your father...
ask for your engagement to Andre to be broken off?
- Why all this secrecy? - I don't know. It doesn't matter.
Whatever his reasons, they are good ones.
I told you I have no will. I love him!
Then I won't let it come to that. I shall tell.
Sonya, what do you mean? You wouldn't tell anyone!
Don't torture me! I can't live without him!
Natasha, what are you saying? Think about Father and Nicholas.
I don't love anyone but him.
Go, Sonya.
I don't want to quarrel with you. Go away!
Anatole, where do you mean to take her?
Her family will find out about that girl in Poland you had to marry.
- If you're caught, it'll mean jail. - It will be worth it...
even if it is for one month or one week with that girl.
There are some things in life it's impossible not to have.
- The driver you sent for, Prince. - Come here. Have a drink.
- You've got to drive far and fast. - Call Matrevna.
- Tell her to bring the cloak. - We go again, sir?
- Elopement. - Oh, I like a job like that!
Youth, romance, excitement!
There's a priest of a sort waiting for us at Tver.
Run down anyone who tries to stop you.
There is a man for you!
- You want me? - Now, you take this.
Listen to me. I know something about this game.
You find the girl shivering and having forgotten everything.
You wrap her up, for the minute she gets into the cold night air...
there will be a stampede back to the house for furs.
Papa awakened, Mama screaming, tears, recriminations...
challenges, etcetera.
Always keep a young girl warm, my boy.
Now, up with the collar!
- Take it. - Yes, sir!
- But my cloak. - I will get another one someday.
- But when? - All take glasses! Yours.
Now, comrade and friend of my youth...
we've had our fling, we've lived and reveled.
Yeah. Now let's... farewell.
- To your health. - To your health.
- How sad it is. - Sure. Let's go.
Anatole! I still think you shouldn't do it.
So do I.
No, I won't open it. And I've sent for Pierre.
I'll hate you forever for this! Open the door!
No, I won't open it.
What's the matter with you?
Your sister is not famous for keeping quiet about things...
things that are good subjects for gossip.
What are you talking about?
I know all about the money you had to send to Poland and why.
It's not true.
You must leave Moscow.
You must never breathe a word of this to anyone.
You must understand that besides your pleasure...
there's such a thing as other people's happiness.
You're willing to ruin a whole life for the sake of your own amusement.
Well, amuse yourself with women of your own rotten breed.
They're armed against you with the same experience.
As a man of honor, you can't talk to me that way.
- Is it satisfaction you want? - Yes.
I take it back. I beg your forgiveness.
Drive this gentleman wherever he wants to go.
He's gone.
She's in her room.
What are you doing here?
I came to stop you.
Nothing is going to stop me from going to him.
What do you plan to tell Andre when you see him next time?
I'm never going to see Andre again. I wrote to him, telling him everything.
Did you? He's not good enough for you, is he?
No, you've got to go crawling after a gambler and a liar...
the most notorious woman-chaser in Moscow.
I'm going to him, I tell you. I'm going to marry him!
Whatever he's told you, he's lying. He's married already.
It isn't true.
Look at me, Natasha.
Could I purposely deceive you?
- The rumor's all over Moscow. - But who could've started it?
And now Prince Andre has sent back all her letters.
That's bad. I am sorry.
She's been quite ill. Hardly ever leaves her room.
But when she knew you were coming, she insisted upon getting up.
She's dressed now and is waiting for you.
Now, mind you, don't tell her everything.
One hasn't the heart to scold her. She's so much to be pitied.
I hear he's in Moscow now.
Ask him...
Ask him to forgive me.
Yes, I will tell him, but Natasha...
I know that can never be.
All is over.
Only I'm so tormented by the wrong I've done him.
Tell him...
Tell him I beg him to forgive...
forgive me for everything.
I will tell him everything.
But one thing I beg of you... Remember, I'm your friend.
If you want help, advice or simply to open your heart to someone...
not now, but when your mind is clearer... think of me.
I shall be happy, if it's in my power.
Don't speak to me like that. I'm not worth it.
Don't talk like that. You have your whole life ahead of you.
Ahead of me? No. All is over, all is lost.
Nonsense, Natasha.
Listen to me. Look.
If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest...
best man in the world, and if I were free...
I would not hesitate for one moment to ask on my knees...
for your hand and your love.
- It's not cold, Mishka. - That's a matter of opinion.
- I think it must be well below zero. - Wonderful!
- Where to now, sir? - Where? I don't know.
- Are you looking at the comet? - Yes.
They say it means bad.
They say it means war and famine and plague.
- All sorts of woes. - Nonsense.
That comet's beautiful. Life is beautiful!
- Go, Mishka! - Where to? The club?
- No. - Home?
No. Go. Just go, Mishka!
"If Your Majesty wishes to avoid shedding our people's blood...
for a mere misunderstanding...
and consents to the withdrawal of Your Majesty's troops...
I, on my side, will forget what has happened...
and agreement between us will be possible.
Otherwise, Your Majesty...
I shall be forced to repel an aggression...
that has been totally unprovoked by me.
The decision whether to preserve humanity...
from the disasters of another war...
lies in Your Majesty's hands."
"I am," et cetera, "Alexander."
So, this letter is very polite, very eloquent...
and it is full of the most fraternal expressions...
of devotion and love from your master, the tsar.
Sentiments which, I assure you...
are reciprocated by me.
However, in essence, Colonel...
- Bolkonsky. - Bolkonsky.
What would you say this letter in my hand expresses?
It is not for me, sire, as a mere messenger...
to express the wishes of His Imperial Majesty the tsar.
Come, come, my dear fellow. You must have an opinion of your own.
What...
Where have we met before?
Your face is familiar to me.
On the field at Austerlitz, sire.
Austerlitz, Austerlitz.
Yes, I do remember.
You were lying with a banner in your hand.
Yes, sire.
I thought you were dead.
Well, well, here you are again. I'm glad to see you.
Now, Colonel, this letter... what do you think it represents?
I think it can only represent, sire...
the sincere wish of His Majesty the tsar to avoid war...
and to prevent the shedding of both Russian and French blood.
A praiseworthy aim, and one in which I completely concur.
However, what else?
What else would you say was in this letter?
Since you press me, sire, for a personal opinion...
I would say that it contained a request for the withdrawal...
of Your Majesty's troops from the frontiers of our country.
A personal opinion.
So that's how the tsar told his messenger to put it.
You personally say "withdrawal," do you?
Say "retreat!"
I am a soldier, and I use soldiers' words!
I am not a fool!
I have been asked to put my head into a noose...
while my enemies are conspiring against me.
Sire, it is not a personal opinion of mine...
when I say that the tsar is not Your Majesty's enemy...
and that he is not conspiring against you.
If you'll read his letter carefully...
I will read the letter more carefully...
and send the tsar my answer later.
Good night to you, Colonel.
Gentlemen, tomorrow at dawn...
we cross the Niemen into Russia.
We'll talk of peace...
in Moscow!
And on the 12th ofJune, 1812...
Napoleon Bonaparte, at the head of an army of 200,000 men...
crossed the river Niemen into Russia.
To combat this aggressive invasion of their homeland...
the Russian peasant chose to welcome the French...
with nothing more than a destroyed storehouse...
a widely desolated land.
Looting, burning.
As soon as Napoleon approaches a village...
the peasants and serfs run off with their carts and horses and grain.
What they can't take away with them, they burn or slaughter.
If we don't put a stop to it somewhere...
we're going to leave behind us a desert...
a scorched earth.
We must fight.
The army demands it, the tsar demands it...
and the people demand it.
What does the army want...
to be destroyed?
Because that will be what would happen if we fought now.
What does the tsar want... to be brought to his knees?
Because that would be what would happen if we fought now.
What do the people want...
to be the subjects of Napoleon?
Because that would be what would happen if we fought now.
Gentlemen, I've been put in command...
to give the army, the tsar and the people...
what they really want.
And what they really want is to drive the last Frenchman...
from the soil of Russia!
And that I propose to do when I can.
But the looting and the burning, General.
Let it continue!
Let it increase!
- Soon they will be at our gates! - He will not enter Moscow!
We will stop it!
- Why doesn't he replace him? - We will show Europe...
how Russia rises in the defense of Russia!
Napoleon will not enter Moscow!
Lord God, hear us when we pray to thee.
Strengthen with thy might our most gracious sovereign...
Emperor Alexander Pavlovich...
and give him victory over his enemy...
even as thou gavest Moses the victory over Amalek...
Gideon over Midian, David over Goliath.
Smite down our enemies and destroy them swiftly...
beneath the feet...
of thy faithful servants.
Preserve our army.
Put a bow of brass in the hands of those...
who have armed themselves in thy name...
and gird their loins with strength for the fight.
Take up the spear and shield and arise to help us.
Confound and put to shame those who have devised evil against us.
May they be before the faces of thy faithful warriors...
as dust before the wind...
and may thy mighty angel confound them and put them to flight.
Let them fall before thy servants' feet...
and be laid low by our host.
I came to say good-bye.
- I'm leaving Moscow today. - Where are you going?
To the army. They hope to make a stand against Napoleon at Borodino.
You're going to join up yourself, finally?
I don't know.
I'm going to see... I have to see what it's like...
what it means for myself.
Prince Andre is in command of a regiment.
I'm gonna try to find him and stay with him.
When did you decide to do this?
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
Even you, Pierre?
- You will stay to dinner, won't you? - Yes, do, Pierre.
- By all means. - Only to say good-bye.
That's good. Come along.
Lots of my school friends are going, and they are younger than I.
- Nonsense. - You must study.
It's not nonsense. Every man is needed.
Every man, not every infant.
Besides, I can't study now when our fatherland's in danger.
Petya, be quiet!
You heard from Andre?
Yes. One letter.
Did he...
How is he?
Well enough, but sad. His father died, you know.
Yes, I know.
And although his father was my enemy, I prayed for him.
He was the first person in the whole world...
to disapprove of me, Pierre.
I suppose you're not really grown up until that happens to you.
Did Andre say anything about me in his letter?
No, Natasha.
Do you think he'll ever forgive me?
He has nothing to forgive.
Pierre, you must promise me something.
Yes?
Don't let anything happen to you.
If it did, I'd...
Did you hear me, Pierre?
Yes, I heard you.
I promise.
- And Pierre? - Yes?
If you do see Andre, tell him...
tell him I prayed for the soul of his father.
Can you tell me where I'll find Colonel Bolkonsky?
Colonel, this gentleman's been asking to see you.
- At last. - What are you doing here?
It's a little hard to say.
I came to see the battle.
Why?
It's hard to explain, Andre.
It's such an enormous event.
All our lives will be different from now on...
because of what's going to happen here tomorrow.
I'm sorry about your father's death, Andre.
He was an old man.
He couldn't live with the thought of being driven away from Bald Hills.
How are they taking it in Moscow?
You know that Mary has gone to your aunt's at Ryazan.
It was Nicholas Rostov who got her out of Bald Hills just in time.
Nicholas?
So Anatole Kuragine did not honor Countess Rostov with his hand?
He couldn't. He was married already.
Well, it was all very long ago. I'm sure she's had time...
to forget her disappointment.
You remember one of our old discussions about it?
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven.
But I didn't say I could forgive her, and I can't.
But you can't compare Natasha to a fallen woman.
What romantic dreams I had.
You mean ask for her hand again? Be magnanimous and so on.
Yes, that would be very noble, but...
I'm sorry.
How are you, Andre? You seem so strange, disturbed.
The first thing you must learn about a battle is that...
on the night before it is fought, the men who are to fight it...
are likely to seem a little disturbed.
No. It's more than that.
Perhaps it is.
I've been in many battles, Pierre...
but for the first time I feel that I'm going to die tomorrow.
Nonsense. Why?
I just feel it.
Why are you really here, Pierre?
Why, when you hate violence and war...
did you decide to do this?
I don't know.
Because I've finally realized you can't hate something...
you've never known and don't understand.
How do you think the battle will go? They say our position is good.
Success never depends on positions...
orders, plans, or even on numbers.
The battle is won by men determined to win it...
and despite those men at headquarters who consider war a game.
War is the most horrible thing in life.
If it were in my power, I would not take one prisoner.
The French are my enemies!
They destroyed my home, caused my father's death...
exiled my sister and my child.
Now they hope to destroy Moscow.
Why take prisoners? That's playing at war.
Take no prisoners!
Kill and be killed! If there were none of this playing at war...
we would go to war only when it was worthwhile going to certain death...
as now.
I'm sorry.
Why should I burden you with all this?
If we're both alive tomorrow night, we'll have a bottle...
and we'll laugh at everything I've said tonight.
Forgive me. You're sleepy.
- It's time for me to sleep too. - I'd like to stay here.
Go! I have no time for you now! The only friends I have...
are the men who are gonna fight at my side tomorrow.
Good-bye.
Whether we meet again or not.
Take down a proclamation to all troops.
Soldiers...
this is the battle you have all longed for.
Victory depends on you. It will give us all we need...
comfortable quarters...
and a speedy return to our country.
Act as you did at Austerlitz...
Friedland, Vitebsk and Smolensk!
Let posterity say with pride of each of you...
"He was in the great battle before Moscow."
Well, de Beausset, what is Paris saying?
All Paris regrets your absence.
I should say they do. What have you in there?
- A surprise, Your Majesty. - What's that?
A present from the empress for Your Majesty.
My son.
The king of Rome.
Admirable.
Take him away, de Beausset.
It is too soon for him to see a field of battle.
Follow me, de Beausset.
You must not leave, de Beausset.
Stay, and we'll give you something to tell Paris.
There's a lot of wind out there, isn't there?
But it happens to be made of iron!
Better get down from there, mate...
or the next time it won't be your hat that blows off.
- It'll be your head! - Excuse me. I didn't realize.
Number three, you're too slow!
Ready! Fire!
Sir, you can't stand here. You're in the way.
Sorry.
I'll try to keep out of everybody's way.
Up with your sights there, number four! You're firing low!
Number five, quicker with your charges!
- How is it you're not afraid, sir? - Are you afraid?
They have no mercy, you know, when they come singing over.
Heaven help us.
Ready!
Fire!
Having a pleasant morning, sir?
- Interesting morning. - Interesting?
You hear that, mates? Interesting!
Here comes a live one!
Hey, don't come this way. Back there, towards the infantry.
Found you a friend, eh? Know him well?
Sir, beyond the trees, the French infantry advancing en masse.
Hold your fire!
Lower your sights and wait till you hear the order to fire.
Fire!
Sire, I must report more infantry regiments have turned back...
and they're retreating in full disorder.
The horse cavalry should have gone first to clear the way.
Send them now.
There's only enough ammunition for four more charges.
Run to the reserves and bring up more.
I'll go too.