War And Peace Page #2

- Oh, exactly!

You're different from me.

You study, you become enlightened.

I study, I become confused.

You love, you marry. You believe,

you act. There's a war, you serve.

If only I really answered

to your description.

- You do.

- Shall I show you how wrong you are?

- I know you. I'm not wrong.

- Know why I'm going to the war?

Because I regard Napoleon

as a monster?

Because I believe we should fight

Austria's battles 2,000 miles away?

Because Russia will be

a greater nation after the war?

Then, why?

Because I married the most loving

and attractive woman in Moscow,

and I can't stand it.

Never marry, Pierre.

Or only when you're old

and good for nothing,

or else everything noble in you

will be lost.

You'll waste yourself on trifles.

Yes. Don't look at me like that.

You talk of Bonaparte's career.

If Bonaparte had married young,

he'd still be on half-pay,

carrying his wife's handbag,

inviting idiots to his house because

his wife wanted invitations to theirs!

- Prince Andrei.

- Princess Hlene.

You told my brother he was expected?

- I did.

- Isn't he coming?

I believe not.

Thank you.

How is he, Prince Vasili?

His confessor is with him.

They are giving him extreme unction.

He was asking for you.

I hope you are in a proper condition

to see him this time.

Follow me.

Go ahead. I'll wait for you here.

If you please, Monsieur Pierre.

He wishes you to kiss him goodbye.

This is for you.

Now he would like to sleep.

Pierre...

So late.

Finally, at the end, he loved me.

So late.

He gave me this.

This letter is for the Czar.

- And this one for you, Pierre.

- Open it.

"Your father, in his letter to the Czar,

"he begs that you be legitimately

acknowledged as his son

"and the next Count Bezukhov,

the sole heir to all his estates."

Be worthy, my boy.

Be worthy of your great father.

How often we sin.

How much we deceive, and for what?

It all ends in death.

Kiss your cousin, Hlene,

he has been reborn.

Embrace him. Wish him well.

It's a good thing

we're going back to Moscow.

After three weeks in the country,

I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Still, it was a profitable trip,

wasn't it, Pierre?

Very profitable.

I'll see how long we have to wait.

There's no hurry. It'll give Papa

a few extra winks of sleep.

Andrei!

Pierre!

- Where are you going? Your father's?

- Yes. Tell me your news.

- Are you alone?

- No. Prince Vasili is with me.

And his daughter, too.

We made a tour of inspection of

my estates. It's huge and backward.

Now I'm Count Bezukhov,

I must do something about it.

That's why you went

with Prince Vasili and Hlene.

Prince Vasili helps me

with the administration.

Of course.

Say hello to Lise.

She's miserable at being

stuck in the country.

Hlene loves the country.

It was her idea to come.

I'm sure.

- Children, go away!

- How long are you here?

For ever.

Months and months and months!

Until after the baby is born.

No, thank you.

Andrei's leaving tomorrow.

He thought it'd be better for me here

than alone in Moscow.

How do you feel about it?

I dread it.

Even so, you consented

to bury yourself down here?

Andrei wants me to.

If it were I,

I'd find something else to do.

I suppose so.

But we're very different.

Indeed we are.

- Have you asked her to marry you?

- No.

Are you going to?

I don't know yet.

- Do you want some advice?

- On any subject. Not on this.

All right.

Andrei! Lise!

We thought you'd never come.

Lise, you look so beautiful.

- You, too, Mary.

- No, I'm just a country mouse.

It isn't true what you wrote,

that you're only staying overnight?

- I'm afraid it is.

- Lise, talk to him. Make him stay.

- I've tried.

- Lise's very tired. She'd better rest.

- Yes?

- Your father would like to see you.

Thank you.

You'd better go upstairs, Lise.

You'll see him at dinner.

Come!

Here's the warrior!

Here's the Bolkonsky

that's going to beat Napoleon.

How are you, my boy?

I'm well, Father. How is your health?

The same, boy, the same.

Only fools fall ill.

You know me,

busy from morning till night.

Little to eat, less to drink,

of course I'm well.

- Thank God.

- God has nothing to do with it.

Just a moment, please.

- Don't refuse.

- What is it?

Father's father used to take it

along with him... in all his wars.

If it's not too heavy

and won't break my neck.

Promise that you'll never take it off.

- Promise?

- Yes.

Kiss me here.

Thank you, my boy.

- Why do you thank me, Father?

- For doing your duty.

For not allowing yourself

to be tied to a woman's apron strings.

The army before everything.

Thank you, thank you.

About my wife, Father...

Your wife? Go on, speak.

When her confinement is due,

send to Moscow for a doctor.

- A doctor?

- No one can do nature's work.

But they've been telling her things

and she's had a dream.

She's frightened.

All right, all right.

Give this to Michael Kutuzov.

We were at school together.

He wasn't exactly a bright lad,

but never mind.

I've written to tell him

to keep you away from headquarters.

They're bad places.

Tell him I remember him

and admire him.

Now, goodbye.

Remember this, Prince Andrei.

If they kill you,

it will hurt me, your old father.

But, if you don't behave like the son

of Nicholas Bolkonsky, it will be worse.

I shall be shamed.

You needn't have said that to me, Father.

I... also wanted to ask you,

if I am killed and I have a son,

don't let him be taken away from you.

Let him grow up here.

With you. Please.

What are you waiting for?

We've said goodbye. Go! Go!

Andrei, you're leaving already?

Don't go, don't leave me here.

I'll be so lonely.

I'll leave you here

with my father and Mary.

Stay until tomorrow.

Stay another day.

I can't, Lise, you know that!

You're delighted to go.

You're delighted to get rid of me!

Andrei, Andrei...

Bye, Mary.

Katya, get some smelling salts.

Tell the silly horse to stop shaking

its head. I'll never get it.

You heard the lady,

stop shaking your head.

You see? Animals are much

more reasonable than people.

Might I offer you a million roubles

to paint my portrait?

But you must make me

look at least as good as the horse!

It's not fair to look at it

before it's finished.

- Very unpromising, isn't it?

- Yes, it is.

You needn't be

in such a hurry to agree.

It's not meant to be a work of art.

Papa bought the colt for Nicholas.

I'll send him the picture

to show him what it's like.

- Have you finished?

- For the moment.

Charge! Come on! Hurry!

Come on! Come on!

- Have you heard from Nicholas?

- Papa received a letter. Not me.

Men forget about women when at war.

- Men don't, boys do.

- Nicholas would be furious at that!

- He'd challenge you to a duel.

- It's a better reason than most.

The reason he wrote

was for more money.

He lends money to his captain

who loses it at cards.

The captain sounds a lot like Papa.

His name's Denisov.

He's got moustaches out to here.

He lisps and he's the bravest man

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