War And Peace Page #10

That's the way.

Lay me down like a stone

and raise me up like a loaf.

- What prayer was that?

- I was praying. Don't you pray?

Yes. But what did you say?

Frola and Lavra?

The horse's saints.

One must pity the animals, too.

Come over here.

Get warm and lie down.

That's right.

- I thought you were asleep.

- No. I was 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 monastery

has something to do with it.

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 is that his son?

- Yes.

- And he's called...?

- Kolya.

What a lovely boy.

- Where is he?

- We've sent to ask.

You must be tired, Princess.

We've prepared rooms for you.

- Where is Petya?

- He left. We couldn't control him.

He kept on about going into the army

until we just had to let him go.

The war will probably be over

before he gets his commission.

- Did you receive my letter?

- Yes, that was a good piece of news.

- You and Mary.

- I'm worried about Sonya.

- It's all right, I told her immediately.

- But I wanted to tell her myself.

- Mary.

- Will you stay with us, little man?

Now, my dear...

Come with me, 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.

Natasha, no one will tell me anything.

How is his wound, his condition?

What did the doctor say?

Is he worse?

- Andrei.

- Hello, Mary.

How did you manage to get here?

Have you brought little Kolya?

- How are you now?

- You must ask the doctor.

You see how strangely

fate has brought us together?

- She looks after me all the time.

- Mary came from Ryazan.

- You've missed Count Nicholas?

- Yes.

He took a great liking to you.

It would be a good thing to marry him.

Why talk of me, Andrei?

Would you like to see Kolya?

He's outside.

I'd be very glad to see him.

Is it too much for you, all this talking?

No. I want to tell Mary

so many things but I'm unable to.

Kiss him, Kolya. Kiss your father.

Kolya...

...no one is permitted to cry

in this room.

Not children and not grown-ups 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 fouls of the air sow not, nor 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? What is this?

We are masters of the capital

of the largest country in the world,

not a single civilian mouth to feed

and I get these reports!

"The stocks are dwindling,

food is disappearing,

"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?

A mob of looters and drunkards.

They are not soldiers any more!

They are rag-pickers. Junk men!

Kutuzov must have sent emissaries

to ask for the terms of surrender.

What happened?

Are they detained? Shot?

Sire, I myself have given explicit

instructions to all the commanders.

There have been no emissaries from

the Russian Commander-in-Chief.

The city's burning down

around our ears. House by house!

I've given orders to shoot incendiaries

and even here, you cannot...

...cannot get the stink of smoke

out of your nostrils!

Gentlemen, take hold or

I promise you I will replace you all!

With all your titles

and decorations and batons!

I'll go and pick the first soldiers I 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 windows, 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.

Yes? 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 are going back the way

they came, through the desolation.

A cold, hungry army,

doing what every Russian wants,

leaving our country

with all possible speed.

The country is destroying them.

And the Russian army?

Since Borodino, we've been in retreat.

- Now, it must attack!

- For what?

I wouldn't give one Russian soldier

for ten Frenchmen!

Those retreats...

...they've 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!

Please...

All right.

...73, 74...

Get up!

Get moving!

Clear the road! Out of the way!

Stand aside! 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.

You've never needed them before,

have you?

Gentlemen ride in carriages

or on horseback.

I've lived my whole life on foot

and yet you outlast me.

Start again. One, two...

...24, 25, 26...

Get up!

Come on, keep moving!

Are you afraid, too, friend?

One, two, three, four, five...

Halt! Who are you?

Ensign Rostov. I have a dispatch

from the Commander-in-Chief.

Come, then.

- How did you find us?

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