Do you think Prince Andrei
will be in Moscow by the time we get there?
Has he said anything definite?
No, not absolutely definite.
Then don't get your hopes up too high.
He'll come when he comes.
Oh.
What is it, my love?
Andrei's not coming after all.
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!
Take it in.
That's it. That's it. 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 colors.
He certainly will not.
It's perfectly fine as it is. We will dine at 6:00.
I'm going to my study, and will not be disturbed until then.
l 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.
-Really? -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.
That's the daughter.
Ah, so, that's why we're here. Not a beauty.
But a prize, Boris. A prize. Best behavior.
-Prince Bolkonsky. -Madam.
It's a pleasure to welcome you back to Moscow.
And an honor to be invited
on your name day, many felicitations.
May I present my son, Boris?
Honored, Your Excellency.
Yes. Well, you're very welcome.
Ah, Rastopchin.
lt's Count Rastopchin, Mother, he's the governor of Moscow.
Talk to the princess!
Princess Marya.
Boris Dru betskoy.
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.
lt'll come to war again, mark my words!
No, no, Prince, ourtsar
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!
-Well said.
-May I sit with you? -Oh, yes. l was hoping you would.
So how did you like the young man?
Who?
Boris Dru betskoy.
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's 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.
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 to.
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?" -"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?
Um, 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-Iaw 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 that's all 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.
I don't want to go meet his sister.
And his father who doesn't like me,
even though he's never seen me.
Oh, I only want him.
Why doesn't he come, Sonya?
Natasha, you will have to be patient.
Think you will have your whole life with him,
you can wait a little longer, can't you?
Does he really love me?
It was all so quick.
Well, I think we shall pass muster.
You look ravishing, my dear.
It's not too fancy for a day dress.
No, no, not a bit of a deal.
The old prince will think himself very lucky
to have such a fine daughter-in-Iaw.
But will he really like me?
Well, I don't see why not, my dear.
Everyone who knows you loves you.
Why shouldn't they?
Hmm? Come on.
Now, then.
Would you be so good as to wait here, sir?
Hmm.
-Very well.
Well, bless my soul, this is odd.
-Someone ill, I wonder?
What?
I don't want them in my house!
I never asked for them.
You can see them if you like.
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.
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 theaters so very much.
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.
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.
Pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle.
Wait!
Dearest Natasha, please know that I'm...
glad my brother has found happiness...
I think perhaps this is not the time to speak of it, Princess.
Goodbye.
Oh, it was horrible. I was horrible to her.
And she was so cold and stiff with me.
And the old prince...
They don't like me.
They don't want me in their family.
Oh.
If only Andrei would come.
Sonya.
Three and six...
Good afternoon, Count.
Good afternoon.
Boris was just telling me he's very keen
to be initiated into the mysteries of the Freemasons.
You could arrange that for him, couldn't you?
Really?
-You are truly interested? -Of course, I am.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sic transit gloria mundi!
Ask yourself...
are you content with yourself?
With your life ?
Oh, God.
We just won't go, Natalya.
Nonsense. 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.
No, 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.
I just need a little rest, that's all.
Come and kiss me.
There.
Now, go.
Go!
I'm not begging, but I do think it would be nice
if we tried a little harder with...
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?
Why is he dressed like a Persian?
Ah, 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.
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.
Come and sit by me.
Not you, Bilibin, off you go.
Merci bien.
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.
Ah! My brother, Anatole.
Well, here we are.
This is very nice, isn't it?
Yes, it is...
You mean the opera.
Not just the opera.
You know.
All of it.
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.
That fellow Duport is a phenomenon!
44 fouettes!
I've never seen the like of it.
Oh, no, no, no, Countess! Keep still.
Everything must be perfect for when the prince returns!
-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.
You look adorable.
Well, the word's got 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,
othenNise 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.
And 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.
- -Oh, you won't refuse me, will you?
No.
Well, that's settled then.
Countess Bezukhova, good evening.
You are very welcome.
You came.
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, um...
Half an hour?
Very well. Why not?
Wonderful.
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.
You make such a lovely couple.
I'm sorry you have to go so soon.
Anatole!
No!
-No, no, please. -What can we do?
Huh? I can't call on you openly.
Am I never to see you?
I'll get word to you somehow.
We have to be together.
No, no...
Say yes.
Give me your word.
No, no...
Ah! Well, there you are.
-I thought I'd lost you.
We really must go.
If you please, miss...
A man asked me to give you this.
Thank you.
You're welcome, miss.
Since last evening my fate is sealed...
...to be loved by you, or die.
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?
I just 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 his 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.
And this is, 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 forever.
I'm not your enemy.
Don't you see that what you're doing is wrong?
You don't understand anything.
Oh, just go. Just...
I hate you!
If you please miss, there's a lady to see you.
Princess Marya, I wasn't expecting you.
I've 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 is old and crotchety with us all.
Can you forgive us?
Of course, there's 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 that I cannot be his wife.
Oh, dear, we must have offended you deeply.
No, no, it's nothing to do with that. It's...
It's me.
I'm the one who is at fault.
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.
Miss.
Come on.
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? -Come with us, sir.
Dolokhov!
-It's true, damn you!
We've been betrayed.
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.
I think...
I think I must challenge him, Natalya.
And get yourself killed?
How's that gonna help?
Has she got anything to say for herself?
Nothing.
-Except she has asked for Pierre Bezukhov. -
Ah, Pierre, such a silly situation.
Wherever you are, there's depravity and evil.
-You, come with me. -Yes, yes.
What was your intention with regard to the Countess Rostova?
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.
Scoundrel.
I'll smash your head and spill your brains...
Pierre, for God's sake...
Have you letters from her?
One. One note.
Hand it over.
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.
-Do you understand?
Yes.
-Have you seen him? -Yes, I've seen him.
What did he say?
He's left Moscow.
Is 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 is a married man. He has a wife in Poland.
No, I don't believe you.
It's true.
No.
Pierre, no.
All right.
It's all right.
Shh...
My dearest Natasha,
I've been thinking of you constantly
these past few months.
And now I'm recovering,
our separation will, at last, be over.
I shall come to you as soon as I arrive in Moscow.
-Oh!
Marya, there's no need for tears. I'm home now.
Oh Andrei, prepare yourself.
Andrei, I'm so sorry about this.
Yes, well...
Just to confirm, I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova.
And rumors have reached me
about an intrigue with your brother-in-Iaw.
Is that correct?
Yes, but that's all over. Anatole has left Moscow.
Well, that makes no difference.
When you see Countess Rostova,
tell her that she was and is completely free
and I wish her no ill.
Is that all?
Look here, I'm sure it was a moment of madness
and she regrets it bitterly.
She loves you, I'm sure of it.
And you love her.
Remember when you came to me
and told me how madly you were in love with her?
I know you believe a fallen woman
should be forgiven, Pierre.
And I admire you for it.
But I am a different sort of man.
I cannot forgive.
And I will not.
Here are her letters and her portrait.
I will be grateful if you'd return them to her.
Andrei, think how she must be suffering.
Will you do as I ask?
Yes. Of course.
Then take them.
And if we are to remain friends,
I ask you never to speak to me about this again.
Goodbye.
You're not well?
-I wish I were dead. -No.
No. No, don't say that.
What did he say?
Only that you are free.
Have always been free.
And he bears you no ill will.
Yes, that's like him.
I know it's all over.
And I'm tormented by the wrong I've done him.
But will you...
Will you ask him if he can forgive me...
Of course, I will, but, Natasha...
What happened?
How did it come about? Did you...
Did you love that scoundrel?
Don't call him that.
I don't know...
I don't know anything anymore.
I'm so unhappy.
I've spoiled everything, haven't I?
Don't try to talk about it now.
Later.
When your soul is clear,
remember I'm always your friend if you need help
or advice or just...
just to pour your soul out, remember me, dear Natasha.
Don't talk to me like that.
I don't deserve it.
I'm ruined, aren't I?
No. For God's sake, no, listen.
If I were not married myself and a better man than I am,
I mean worthy of you,
I would go down on my knees this minute
and ask for your hand and your love.
Oh...
Pierre.