I believe I have the pleasure of speaking with Count Bezukhov.
PIERRE: You're a Mason?
(MEN CHANTING IN LATIN)
I love you, more than anyone I've ever known.
Well, that's enough for me.
Yes, but I'm not in a position to promise you anything.
NIKOLAI". Father, I'm afraid I'm going to need some more money.
- How much? 45,000.
What?
COUNT ROSTOV: Natasha, this is Prince Andrei Bolkonsky,
May I request the pleasure of a dance with your daughter, Natalya?
COUNTESS ROSTOVA: Of course.
Pierre". Go to her! Don't let her get away.
Propose to her.
I will.
Why doesn't he come? It's been three weeks.
COUNTESS ROSTOVA: Did he say he would?
No, but he loves me, I am sure of it.
Did he say so?
Not in so many words.
But how could he look at me as he did and not mean it?
And you?
Do you love him?
1 do. (INHALING)
I think I've loved him since the first time I saw him at Otradnoe.
It's not like it was with Boris, or anyone.
It's... It's so deep, it frightens me.
(INHALES)
So it must be true love, mustn't it?
I suppose it must, my dear.
Well, then, then why doesn't he come?
I don't know, my darling.
If it's meant to happen, it will happen.
There's nothing we can do about it.
Go to bed, and see what the morning will bring.
- I can't, Mamma. - No more talk. Bed.
Firstly, this marriage would not be ideal
in terms of family, wealth and distinction.
The Rostovs are a perfectly good family, father.
That may be, but you could do better in that respect, and you know it.
Secondly, you are not in early youth and your health is not strong.
You never fully recovered from the wound you took at Austerlitz.
And you're in love with this girl, you say.
Very deeply, father.
Ha! A triumph of hope over experience.
All right.
Will you do this for me?
Take a year, go abroad, take a cure, find a tutor for Nikolshka,
and if, after this year, your passion for this girl is still so irresistible,
marry her then.
Will you do this?
To please me?
(SIGHS)
(HORSE TROTTING)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Mamma!
- Natasha. - Mamma.
It's him! What am I going to do?
SERVANT: Prince Andrei Bolkonsky.
Oh, Prince Andrei, it's a pleasure to welcome you here.
Seems so long since we last saw you.
Countess Rostova, may I request your permission
for a private conversation with your daughter?
Of course, Prince.
NATASHA: Come with me.
I loved you the moment I saw you.
May] hope...
You love me?
Yes, yes, yes, I love you!
I have to tell you that my father made it a condition of his consent
that the marriage not take place for a year.
I have some business to conduct in Switzerland.
Oh.
It cannot be otherwise.
I know a year seems like a long time,
but it will give you the chance to test your love.
Our engagement will remain a secret.
I consider myself bound, but you should not.
I want you to feel perfectly free to change your mind.
But it's so long.
No.
I'll do it.
I'll wait.
Thank you again. Goodbye.
(WOLF PANTING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Damn it, lost him!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
NIKOLAI: You, quick. Go around the side. Cut him off.
NIKOLAI: Find him. Find the wolf!
Come on!
(HORSE SNORTING)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(GASPS)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
(GASPS)
(TRUMPET BLOWING IN THE DISTANCE)
(DOGS BARKING)
NIKOLAI: Cut him off! Quick! Cut him off!
(MEN SINGING)
NIKOLAI: You rode well. NATASHA: (CHUCKLES)
NATASHA: Thank you, I love to ride.
NIKOLAI: You weren't in at the finish though.
NATASHA: Nu.
NIKOLAI: God, he was a big one.
NATASHA: Yes, he was.
I'm glad I didn't see the end.
So, what's this engagement all about, then?
Well, I'm engaged, that's all, and I'm very happy.
- He's a wonderful man, Nikki. - Is he?
I met him once. Seemed a bit of a cold fish to me.
No, you're wrong, he isn't!
No, he's very... He's intense and deep.
- And he loves you? - Yes, of course he loves me.
Well, then why did he go away for a year?
Why not announce the betrothal? It's as if he's ashamed of our family.
No, you don't understand
and I don't want to talk about it with you any more.
Suit yourself. (CLICKS TONGUE)
Nikki, my dear, you must know things are very serious with our finances.
As a woman your sister has no claim over Prince Andrei's estate
and nothing your father tries ever seems to work out,
and he has such a generous nature that everybody takes advantage of him.
Mmm... And you, my dear Nikki,
with all that business about the card game and your friend Dolokhov,
that was a terrible blow to the family fortunes.
I know, Mamma, and I'm sorry.
I know you're sorry, and I know you'll be very glad to hear
that you have it in your power to make all things well again.
How can I do that?
You remember Julie Karagina? You used to be playmates together.
Uh, yes.
She has grown into a lovely young woman,
and now that her brothers are all, sadly, dead,
she is an heiress of a great fortune.
Would you really demand that I sacrifice
my honour and my feelings for the sake of money?
No, no, of course not, you've misunderstood me.
Of course, we wish for your happiness,
but you could be happy with Julie Karagina.
You could manage to fall in love with her,
there's nothing wrong with her at all.
Really, Mamma, I can't just command my feelings!
I do understand, of course I do, and I hate having to ask this.
But our situation is desperate,
and as our son, you are the only one who can help.
I'll think about it, Mamma.
That's all I can say.
These things have a way of working out, my dear.
Don't be cast down.
Christmas is coming!
(SIGHS)
More expense.
COUNT ROSTOV: This is what we need, forget our troubles
and get out to see the real old Russia.
(DOGS BARKING)
COUNT ROSTOV: Uncle Mikhail lives the way we used to in the old days,
-everyone together! - NATASHA: Oh.
Welcome, welcome!
COUNT ROSTOV: Uncle Mikhail! MIKHAIL: We are honoured!
NATASHA: Hello!
MIKHAIL: Countess Natasha, Cousin Sonya.
NATASHA: (GIGGLING) MIKHAIL: There we are!
Petya, how you've grown.
Come on, come on, out of the cold, come inside!
Sit, sit, make yourselves comfortable!
- Thank you. - Anisya, our guests are here!
ANISYA: Don't worry, we saw you coming. NATASHA: (GASPING)
NIKOLAI: Look at this! COUNT ROSTOV: Lovely.
You are welcome, please sit, eat, drink...
- Delicious. - What a spread!
I am so happy you are here.
I didn't know Uncle was married.
Well, he isn't.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)
(EXCITED CHATTERING)
(ALL SPEAKING IN DISTINCTLY)
(ALL SINGING)
(MUSIC INCREASES IN TEMPO)
PETYA: How does she know what to do?
It's in the blood.
(ALL CLAPPING)
(ALL CHEERING)
ANISYA: He looked just like an ordinary man, like an officer, but it was him.
Now what she should have done was keep him talking,
but she got so frightened and she tried to run away. And he grabbed her!
(BOTH GASP AND LAUGH)
You don't need to worry about him here now.
But you can tell your fortune if you go out to the barn at night.
How? What do you do?
You stand and you listen.
And if you hear knocking, that's bad,
but if you hear grain pouring, that's good.
But I don't suppose any of you would go out there.
I would.
I'm not scared.
Show me the way.
Yes, miss. Follow me.
(DOOR OPENING)
That's the barn there, miss.
Don't look back.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(noon CREAKS)
(GASPS)
Sonya.
Nikolai.
Are you cold?
Not a bit.
Natasha?
No. I'm perfect.
We could live like this, in the country, all the time.
(SNICKERS) 1 wish.
Do you? Do you really?
(SIGHS)
Of course I love Andrei, of course I do, and I miss him and I long for him.
But at the same time...
Look. The comet!
NIKOLAI: You know, people say it means a great change is coming.
Sometimes I wish nothing would ever change.
It could be just you and me and Sonya, like this.
Stay like children.
Not possible.
Tonight it is. (exec-us)
(SHIVERS)
Mother, Father...
I have something I want to say to you,
before I return to my regiment.
(GLASS CLINKING)
I must tell you, that I am in love with Sonya,
and I want us to be married.
COUNTESS ROSTOVA: (SIGHS)
I know it's not what you want for me, but my feelings can't be denied.
And I want Sonya to hear this too.
I love her, I've never loved anyone else,
I could never marry anyone else.
And that's all there is to it. I'm sorry.
Nevertheless, you go against your parents' wishes.
(SIGHS) Well, you are of age, Nikolai, so you can marry anyone you choose,
but neither I nor your father will give you our blessing...
Please, let us not quarrel over this, Mamma.
Ilya! Speak to him.
My dear boy,
if it weren't for the circumstances,
we couldn't wish for a better match than Sonya,
she's a dear girl and we're very fond of her.
What circumstances?
You know the circumstances very well.
Our family affairs are in disorder,
and we have been expecting you to help put them right.
Your conduct so far has had the opposite effect, as you well know.
Besides, Sonya is your cousin.
COUNTESS ROSTOVA: How you could have let her wheedle her way...
My feelings are my own, Mother, and I can't go back on my word.
And you better know that I can never recognise that intriguer as my daughter!
Intriguer?
Mother, how can you use such a word about a girl
who's always loved you like a daughter!
Sonya is not to blame for this in any way!
Have you no feelings for her at all?
I have nothing else to say to you!
Mamma, I...
(SONYA SOBBING)
Perhaps I should go after her.
No, no, let me. I can explain to her.
It will be all right, I know it will.
(NATASHA RUNNING)
That ungrateful girl. After everything we've done for her.
She's not ungrateful, Mamma, you know that really.
And none of this is her fault,
she didn't know that Nikolai was going to speak out.
Truly, she's never expected anything from him.
Oh, now my son hates me.
No, he doesn't.
Oh, he doesn't!
He wants your blessing.
(GASPING)
Listen, if I can get him to promise he won't do anything in secret.
He'll go back to his regiment,
and who knows, perhaps his feelings will cool down.
Now you know so much of love.
Don't let him go with any bad feeling between you.
Because who knows what may happen.
Nothing I ever think or do or say ever seems to make any difference.
Our family is in ruin, and I'm the only one who cares.
(SIGHS)
Oh, Mamma.
Take ca re, Petya.
- I love you! - I love you, too.
Look after yourself.
I will, Papa, I will.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
Hyah! Hyah!
MAN:Take it in.
PRINCE BOLKONSKY: That's it, that's it.
PRINCE BOLKONSKY: Make haste!
Is this our house, too?
Mmm-hmm, this is our Moscow house.
It smells funny.
It just needs airing, darling, that's all.
I expect your grandpapa will be redecorating it in cheerful colours.
He certainly will not. It's perfectly fine as it is.
We will dine at six.
I am going to my study, and will not to be disturbed until then.
I have much work to do, important political work
of a kind that women and children cannot begin to understand!
Forgive me, Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Oh, my dear Prince, I quite understand.
Do you'? Do you'?
Oh, you dear little thing.
When I talk of the stupidity of women I refer to that one, not you.
Ream]?
What?
How can you take advantage of his weakness like that?
You play up to him, you make a fool of him and yourself and me.
Do you think Prince Andrei will be in Moscow by the time we get there?
Has he said anything definite?
No, not absolutely definite.
Don't get your hopes up too high.
He'll come when he comes.
Oh!
COUNT ROSTOV: What is it, my love?
Andrei's not coming, after all!
BOTH: Oh!
He says his wound has reopened,
and his doctors have insisted he have rest and treatment for it.
He sends his respects to you, and his,
his love to me, and his disappointment, et cetera.
Why couldn't he come and have his treatment for it here?
Well, he has to respect his doctor's advice, my dear.
A long journey might have a very bad effect on his health.
Take heart, I'm sure you'll see him before too long.
But I want to see him now.
Before long I'll have forgotten what he looks like!
ANNA: That's the daughter.
Ah, so that's why we're here. Not a beauty.
But a prize, Boris. A prize. Best behaviour.
- Prince Bolkonsky. - Madam.
An honour to be invited on your name day, many felicitations.
May I present my son, Boris?
Honoured, Your Excellency.
Yes. Well, you're very welcome.
Ah, Rastopchin.
It's Count Rastopchin, mother, he's the governor of Moscow.
Talk to the Princess!
(SIGHS)
BORIS: Princess Marya.
Bofis Drubetskoy.
Such a pleasure to meet you, at last.
May I ask, how are you enjoying Moscow?
Oh, I have seen very little of it, sir.
Then perhaps you will allow me to show you some of its finer points.
I believe you know my friend Bezukhov?
Bonaparte behaves in Europe like a pirate on a captured ship.
And his ambition knows no bounds.
It'll come to war again, mark my words!
No, no, Prince, our tsar has the wisdom and courage to hold him in check.
But I tell you this, our wars with the French
will be unsuccessful as long as we meddle in Europe.
Let us keep our borders safe and strong,
then we have no need to fear Bonaparte.
Let him venture into Russia, and we'll send him home
squealing with his tail between his legs!
(ALL CHEERING)
MAN: Well said.
- May I sit with you? - Oh, yes. I was hoping you would.
(SIGHS)
So how did you like the young man?
Who?
Boris Drubetskoy.
He was making himself very agreeable to you.
Oh, yes, I suppose he was.
Would you consider marrying him?
Well, I sometimes think I'd marry anyone to get away.
I don't think he means to be cruel.
I know, I know. Forget what I said.
Would you tell me truly, Count, what's she like, this Natasha Rostova?
It's only, Andrei is risking so much in opposing our father.
Is she really worth it?
How can I answer a question like that?
But for myself, I would say, there's no one like her.
She's enchanting.
I don't know.
But to me, yes, she'd be worth anything.
Everything.
BURKS: Honestly, Mother, I tried my best, but it was hopeless.
She hardly seemed to notice I was there.
There's something clearly wrong with her.
Perhaps she's mentally deficient.
There's always Julie Karagina.
She likes me, and she's quite as rich as the other one.
She has other suitors, Boris.
I know how to handle her.
She likes romantic poetry, anything melancholy, weeping willows and so on.
Plenty of sighing, you know.
She imagines she's had a tragic life. God knows why.
Well, there you are, then.
The thing is could I bear to be married to her?
What a sad face.
I can tell that you have suffered, as I have.
Yes.
You and I, Julie, sometimes I think we are both too sensitive
-for this cruel world... - Yes.
The blind, uncaring masses.
But you're actually getting on quite well, aren't you?
Ah, Julie, I play their games because I have 1:0.
But in my heart...
I, uh, I so love the drawing and the verse you put in my album, Boris.
"Oh, rustic trees, your shade conceals my sorrow.
"Ah, cloudy sky, will I find light tomorrow?"
Do you know, I believe you will.
- Is your son not with you? - Boris?
No, he spends all his time at Julie Karagina's these days.
Of course, you haven't heard, he's the accepted suitor,
they're going to be married!
Oh!
What wonderful news.
Your former admirer, Natasha.
Don't tease me, Papa, we were just children then.
I'm very happy for Boris, Anna Mikhailovna.
Yes, he's done very well for himself, but who deserves it better?
He was always such a good boy.
And your fiance is coming soon?
Yes. Yes, that is...
Such a long time to be separated, you must feel it.
But his father, you know, he's a very difficult old man,
and getting worse by the day. We dined there a little while ago.
Very strong opinions.
Oh, dear.
Oh, but the little Princess Marya, is very, um, soft and sweet.
A sister-in-law can be a sharp claw, but this one wouldn't hurt a fly.
If I were you, I'd go and call on them tomorrow with your father.
What do you think, Papa?
I suppose we should, yes.
I'm a little frightened of the Prince, he gave me a terrible roasting
not so long ago over my failings with the militia.
I'm sure all that's forgotten, Ilya.
I think Anna's idea is a good one.
When Prince Andrei returns,
you'll be already acquainted with his sister and his father.
I suppose so.
Well, that's settled, then.
COUNT ROSTOV: Now, then.
Would you be so good as to wait here, sir?
Hmm.
-(SERVANTS WHISPERING) - Very well.
Well, bless my soul, this is odd.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Someone ill, I wonder?
PRINCE BOLKONSKY: What?
PRINCE BOLKONSKY: I don't want them in my house! I never asked for them.
PRINCE BOLKONSKY: You can see them if you like.
MARYA: Papa!
Perhaps we should go.
My dear Count Rostov, I'm so sorry you have been kept waiting.
The Prince is indisposed, but Princess Marya will receive you.
I am her companion.
Please, come this way.
(DOOR OPENING)
Dear Princess, you see I've brought my little singing bird.
I am so sorry my father can't receive you.
Well, another time.
But for now, it gives the two of you the chance to get acquainted.
How do you like Moscow, Countess Rostova?
Well enough, thank you.
I grew up here, it's my home.
Ah, but of course, it is we who are the country mice,
and I must say I love the shops and the theatres so very much.
MLLE BOURIENNE: The Princess is not such
a one for the pleasures of the city, are you?
No.
How delightful this is. You two must have so much to say to each other.
Uh, perhaps, mademoiselle, we should leave them together?
Ah!
Rostov! I didn't know.
As God's my witness, I didn't know.
And this is the young Countess?
Hmm.
Well, you see I know nothing of this, you must forgive me.
As God's my witness, I didn't know.
And no one said anything to me about it!
Good morning.
Natasha, I think we should be going, we've come at a bad time.
You must come to us for the day, Princess.
Pleased to meet you, mademoiselle.
MARYA: Wait!
Dearest Natasha,
please know that I am
glad my brother has found happiness...
I think perhaps this is not the time to speak of it, Princess.
Goodbye.
(DOOR BANGING)
Oh, it was horrible. I was horrible to her.
But she was so cold and stiff with me.
And the old Prince...
(SOBBING) They don't like me, they don't want me in their family.
Oh.
If only Andrei would come.
(SOBBING) Sonya.
- HELENE: Three and six... -(DICE ROLLING)
Good afternoon, Count.
Good afternoon.
Boris was just telling me he's very keen
to be initiated into the mysteries of the Freemasons.
HELENE: You could arrange that for him, couldn't you?
Ream]?
PIERRE: You are truly interested?
Of course, I am.
HELENE: It will be so good for his career, wouldn't it, Pierre?
That is not the true purpose of the order!
To become a Mason, you have to vow to purify yourself
and dedicate yourself to building a better world.
You have to live for your fellow man.
Yes, that too, of course. Absolutely!
HELENE: You will help him, won't you, Pierre?
Pierre's awfully high up in the masons, I think he might be Grand Master by now.
PIERRE: Helene! These things are not to be spoken of outside the house.
Sorry, I keep forgetting.
You will help him, won't you?
You are truly serious?
As serious as any man can be, Count Bezukhov.
BAZDEEV: What have you done with all these
good things that have been given you?
You need to purify yourself, listen to your conscience.
Look at yourself.
ALL: Sic transit gloria mundi
BAZDEEV: Ask yourself...
Are you content with yourself?
With your life?
COUNT ROSTOV: We just won't go, Natalia. COUNTESS ROSTOVA: Nonsense.
COUNTESS ROSTOVA: It's only a little turn.
Go to the opera, enjoy yourself, my dear,
and you can tell me all about it.
It'll take your mind off things, you'll see.
I don't want to go. I don't want to see anybody.
Let me stay and keep you company.
I don't need company. Ijust need a little rest, that's all.
Come and kiss me.
There. Now, go.
COUNTESS ROSTOV A: Go:!
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
I'm not bragging but I do think it would be nice if we tried a little harder...
just popped in to say what a pleasure it is
to see you back in Moscow, Count Rostov.
Very good of you, dear boy.
I say, look there! Isn't that young Dolokhov?
COUNT ROSTOV: Why is he dressed like a Persian?
BILIBIN: Yes, he was in the Caucasus, and then he became minister
to some prince in Persia, and killed the shah's brother there.
That's Anatole Kuragin, the Countess's brother.
Very attractive, no?
Ah, here's the Countess herself.
Fine woman, isn't she?
She's as beautiful as everybody says.
(SINGING OPERA)
Count Rostov, you must introduce me to your lovely daughters.
Of course.
Here's Natasha, and this is my niece, Sonya.
I'm so happy to meet you.
My husband has talked of you often. I should so like to know you better.
Count, may I invite your daughter to sit with us?
I'm sure she'd be delighted. Go on, Natasha, we shan't be far away.
(SINGING OPERA)
HELENE: Come and sit by me.
Not you, Bilibin, off you go. Merci bien.
(CHUCKLES) De rien.
That's such a pretty dress.
I wish I could still wear something like that.
You know, I have no one to talk to about clothes.
Would you come and advise me?
Advise you?
I wouldn't dare.
Well, you can come and tell me what you like then.
We could try things on together, would you like that?
Yes, very much.
And we'll be friends.
Now that I've found you, I won't let you go.
(NATASHA CHUCKLES)
Ah! My brother, Anatole.
Well, here we are.
This is very nice, isn't it?
Yes, it is...
You mean the opera.
ANATOLE: Not just the opera.
You know.
All of it.
(SIGHS)
Yes.
You're so lovely.
- You mustn't say that. - Why ever not?
It's the truth.
And I was brought up to tell the truth at all times.
Listen, we're having a, um, little party tomorrow evening.
Just a few friends.
Please, do come.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(SOFT CHUCKLE)
(DEEP BREATH)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(NATASHA GASPS)
(SOFTLY)That fellow Duport is a phenomenon!
44 fouettés!
I've never seen the like of it.
(SIGHS)
Oh, no, no, no, Countess! Keep still.
Everything must be perfect for when the prince returns!
- HELENE: I'll only be a minute. - Yes, Miss.
They said you weren't decent, but I told them you wouldn't mind,
and you don't, do you?
- No. -(HELENE SIGHS)
You look adorable. (CHUCKLES)
Well, the word has gone round, you've conquered Moscow already.
It's quite funny, my brother came for breakfast this morning,
and he couldn't eat a thing. Can you guess why?
No, why?
Oh, look at you blushing!
I'm sure you know very well the effect you've had on the poor boy.
Anyway, you're to come to us this evening.
Just a little party.
Mademoiselle George will be there, she's promised us a recitation,
and she's dying to meet you.
I've already asked your papa's permission.
Well, will Pierre... Will your husband be there?
No, he's had to go away on business, otherwise I'd send him to fetch you.
Oh, I don't know. No, I think I should stay at home.
But that would be such a shame,
to deprive Moscow of your charms when you've only just arrived.
I'm sure Prince Andrei wouldn't want you to shut yourself away, would he?
No, perhaps not.
Oh, it's just a little family party. You will come, won't you?
Just to please me?just for an hour?
With your dear Papa, he's such delightful company.
-(BOTH GIGGLING) - Oh, you won't refuse me, will you?
No. (GIGGLES)
Well, that's settled then.
À ce soir!
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Countess Bezukhova, good evening.
You are very welcome.
You came.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(APPLAUSE)
There's dancing in the other room. Come and dance with me.
No, I don't think I should.
Just one dance.
I think we really should be going. My wife's not very well, you know.
Oh, please don't deprive us of your lovely daughter, Count.
Come and sit with me and watch the dancing for half an hour.
Well...
Half an hour. Very well. Why not?
Wonderful.
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)
I haven't been able to think of a single thing except for you.
I'm in love with you.
I've been in complete torment...
Please. You mustn't say such things.
I'm engaged, I'm in love with someone else.
Well, what is that to me?
Don't you understand, I'm madly in love with you!
And you feel something too, I know it.
Don't leave me, dance the next.
I can't.
(IN DISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(GASPING)
You make such a lovely couple.
I'm sorry you have to go so soon.
(GASPS)
(SHIVERING) Anatole!
NATASHA: No!
- No, no, please. - What can we do?
Huh? I can't call on you openly.
Am I never to see you?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I'll get word to you somehow.
We have to be together.
No,no...
ANATOLE: Say yes.
Give me your word.
NATASHA: No, no...
Ah! Well, there you are!
-(NERVOUS CHUCKLING) - I thought I'd lost you!
We really must go.
If you please, miss...
A man asked me to give you this.
NATASHA: (SOFTLY) Thank you.
You're welcome, miss.
ANATOLE: Since last evening my fate is sealed,.
to be loved by you, or die.
DOLOKHOV: So she's the love of your life,
and you want to elope with her?
Are you going to tell her about the Polish girl?
Good God, no!
Because you're still married to that one, aren't you?
- Who else knows about her? - No one. just you...
And Pierre Bezukhov.
Well, we better hope the little Rostov girl
-isn't going to confide in him, then. - Why would she?
Look here, Dolokhov, are you going to help me, or not?
Did you read it?
Yes, I couldn't help it.
Sonya, he loves me.
And I... I love him!
But what about Prince Andrei?
Oh, that's... That's all over.
What? You're refusing him?
Ijust told you, that's all over!
I can't believe it.
You've loved him for a whole year, and then in three days...
I know... I know.
I know, but I feel as if I've always loved Anatole.
I know now that I've never really loved anybody before, not even Andrei.
I have no will when I'm with Anatole, it's like I'm a slave,
I'd do anything for him. Oh, God!
Oh, God, what am I going to do?
One! I don't understand...
How could you let it go so far?
Oh, Sonya, you don't know what it feels like to be in love like this.
I do know what it feels like to be in love, Natasha.
And suffer for it.
But this feels strange and wrong.
What's stopping this man from asking for your hand properly?
If that's what he wants, why can't he come to the house?
Why doesn't he ask for your parents' consent?
What if he just wants to seduce you?
How can you say that after you've read his letter?
He loves me, Sonya!
I'd do anything... I'd run away with him.
But you'll ruin yourself!
I don't care if I ruin myself, I want to ruin myself.
The sooner the better.
This is none of your business. just leave me alone! just go.
Well, I won't let it happen!
- I' ll tell. - Sonya!
- If you do, you're my enemy for ever! - I'm not your enemy.
Don't you see that what you're doing is wrong?
You don't understand anything.
Oh, just go. I hate you!
(RUSTLING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
If you please, miss, there's a lady to see you.
(DEEP BREATH)
Princess Marya, I wasn't expecting you.
I have been in despair because of the misunderstanding
that happened between us.
My brother loves you and I will love you, too.
I'm so sorry you weren't properly received the other day.
And Papa, too, he's not against you, he's old and crotchety with us all.
Can you forgive us?
Of course, there is nothing to forgive
But...
I have something to ask you.
Will you tell Prince Andrei when he comes
that our engagement is at an end, and I cannot be his wife?
Oh, dear, we must have offended you deeply.
No, it's nothing to do with that,
it's me, I'm the one who's at fault.
I made a mistake.
But tell him, please, that he is released from the engagement,
and ask his forgiveness.
I'm sorry, that's all I can say.
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Come with me quickly, she will be out directly.
You're to come with us, sir, to the Countess.
No, that's not right, she's to, uh...
- What do you mean? what Countess? - You're to come with us, sir.
(ANATOLE GRUNTING)
ANATOLE: Dolokhov!
It's true, damn you!
ANATOLE: We've been betrayed!
(SOBBING)
(CRYING)
COUNT ROSTOV: Better that they should get away.
It'll be a long time before he shows his face in Moscow again, surely.
Nevertheless, we have to face it, Ilya, she's ruined.
But, my love, nothing happened.
Her reputation is ruined.
Do you think it's possible to keep a thing like this quiet?
What will Prince Andrei think when he hears about it?
He'll throw her over, and then everyone will know why.
Poor, poor girl.
Poor girl? She brought it upon herself!
(COUNTESS ROSTOV SOBBING)
I think...
I think I must challenge him, Natalya.
And get yourself killed?
(SCOFFS) How's that going to help?
(COUNTESS ROSTOV SNIFFLES)
Has she got anything to say for herself?
Nothing.
Except she has asked for Pierre Bezukhov.
(SCOFFS)
HELENE: Ah, Pierre, such a silly situation...
Wherever you are, there's depravity and evil.
- You. Come with me. - Yes. Yes.
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)
What was your intention with regard to the Countess Rostova?
My dear fellow, you needn't take that tone with me.
Answer me! You couldn't marry her, because you're married already.
- Was your plan to ruin her? - I love her.
You liar!
You scoundrel.
I'll smash your head and spill your brains.
ANATOLE: Pierre, for God's sake.
Have you letters from her?
(PANTING) One, one note.
PIERRE: Hand it over.
(BREATH TREMBLING)
Now, you are never to make contact with her again,
never to speak her name in society,
and if I find you in Moscow after midnight tonight, I will kill you.
(ANATOLE EXHALES)
- Do you understand? - Yes.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Have you seen him?
Yes, I've seen him.
What did he say?
He's left Moscow.
Was that your doing?
I will go to him, wherever he is.
I don't care what anybody thinks.
Natasha, he could never be with you honestly.
He's a married man. He has a wife in Poland.
No, I don't believe you.
It's true.
(MOANS)
(sesame) No.
Pierre, no.
Please, no.
PIERRE: All. right.
All right.
It's all right.
ANDREI. My dearest Natasha.
I have been thinking of you constantly these past few months,
and now I am recovering, our separation will at last be over.
I shall come to you as soon as I arrive in Moscow.