War And Peace Page #4

Are we in time?

- Let's hope so. We must pray for her.

- What a strange fate.

My darling, God is merciful.

I love you. I love you all.

I've never done any harm to anyone.

Why must I suffer so?

Andrei, please help me!

My boy, you have to leave now.

There, there, my dear.

No... no!

Upon my word, Rostov,

if I were to see fifty more operas,

I wager I might wind up liking them!

But... I do like the intermissions.

- I say, Rostov, that one, there.

- Yes?

She's superb.

But wait. Well!

- Where's the husband?

- Pierre...

He spends most of his time

in the country nowadays.

If I were the husband,

I'd come up from the country fast!

To the Emperor!

Listen, we took the bear

to the house of that actress,

and when the police tried to arrest us,

we tied one of them

on the back of the bear

and shoved them both into the river!

There they were, both swimming,

the man and the bear.

- Wake up! The party's still young!

- Don't be rough with him.

Always be polite to the husbands

of pretty women.

Let's drink to the health

of beautiful women!

Yes, to the health

of lovely women, huh, Pierre?

And to their lovers!

Here, look at this. It's a new song

written about General Kutuzov.

- That interests me.

- What?

I said that interests me.

Express your regrets

and he'll accept them.

No. What is there to talk about?

Is everything ready?

- No apologies.

- First, tell me how to use this thing.

It's very simple.

You cock it, there's the trigger.

Yes, I know, I just forgot.

No apologies. None whatever.

On the count of three,

begin to advance.

One, two, three.

Get away from here!

It's not over!

To your barrier! Stay where you are!

Cover yourself, you fool!

Well, now, the hero!

The dashing duellist!

My protector!

Thank you for defending my honour.

You believed that Dolokhov

was my lover. What did you prove?

That you are a fool! Now I'll be

the laughing stock of all Moscow!

Everyone will say

that you were drunk.

Challenging a man that

you were jealous of, without cause!

A man that is a better man

than you are in every way!

- We'd better separate.

- Separate?

That's a charming idea!

It's a wonderful idea!

It's the best idea you've had

in your whole life!

We'll separate, but you will pay for it!

You'll give me a fortune for it!

No!

Get out!

The count is waiting for you upstairs.

- What have you heard?

- Dolokhov won't die.

Thank God.

It's only easier to kill good men.

Men like Dolokhov

are only good for wars.

In between wars, they ought

to be locked up in cages. Here.

I'd like to leave Moscow.

I want to get away from these people

who believe it's normal to kill.

At the banquet,

when Dolokhov made the toast,

I looked across at him smiling at me,

I was convinced

of the guilt of my wife.

Is that a reason to kill?

Hlene was guilty, not Dolokhov.

I might have done the same thing.

Maybe it's even certain.

There we were, in the snow,

facing each other with pistols.

- You know who's guilty? I, only I.

- Pierre, don't be silly.

And you know why? Because

I married her without loving her.

I had to have her,

so I made myself blind.

I lied when I said to her, "I love you."

Because of that

there's Dolokhov stretched in pain,

alive only by the grace of God.

Because of my weakness, my lie.

I'm guilty. I must suffer for it.

You must stop thinking like this,

or it'll become an obsession.

Look, if you'll agree,

we'll all go to our place in the country.

And Nicholas wants to show it

to Denisov. Come with us?

Of course you'll come.

I'll tell the family. Mama!

Natasha, Sonya, Petya! Hurry!

We start for the country tonight.

Why didn't you tell me

Pierre was here?

We must start while the moon is high.

Ilya, what has happened?

What moon are you speaking of?

Is there more than one, my pet?

How long must we wait for Nicholas?

I'm happy you made up your mind.

The snow will be gone tomorrow!

Sonya, hurry.

- Order the troikas.

- Immediately!

We're off! Hurry, Nicholas,

you're delaying the trip to the country.

- The country?

- You can show Denisov. Come on!

- You'll like this.

- I was just beginning to enjoy Moscow!

Faster, faster, faster!

Faster, Nitka!

As we ride in the troika, you and I

Stars are twinkling up in the sky

Strains of sweet balalaika soft and low

Sleigh bells tinkling across the snow

Hold me close and kiss me, Katiusha

Let's be happy and gay, hey!

When I'm gone you'll miss me, Katiusha

Miss me many a day!

Nicholas!

- Come on, Pierre, it's your turn now!

- Hurry, hurry!

Young Nicholas!

Petya!

Ever since Nicholas joined the army,

he's become terribly efficient.

- I quite agree with you.

- Just a minute...

That's my friend, Prince Andrei

Bolkonsky. Can he join us?

- By all means!

- Do ask him.

Come on, Natasha!

Greetings! Good to see you.

I didn't know you were in the country.

The Rostovs invite you

to join the hunt.

I'm afraid anyone else's society would

give me more pain than pleasure.

Prince Andrei, may I present

the Countess Rostova.

And her brother, Petya Rostov.

I hope Pierre's convinced you to come.

It's the year's best hunt.

The huntsman's found a wolf

and cubs. We'd be so delighted if...

What I mean is you would enjoy it.

Perhaps I'll join you later.

- And stay to dinner?

- Possibly.

But you just said...

- Shall I come now?

- Wonderful!

- I'm glad you stayed tonight.

- So am I.

- The Rostovs are charming, no?

- Charming.

It's wonderful to watch them together,

like a race of handsome, healthy,

thoughtless animals.

- Thoughtless?

- Their most charming characteristic.

- All of them?

- All of them.

No.

Within a year or two,

Natasha will begin to think.

It'll make her even more charming

but less of a Rostov. Follow?

I think so.

Andrei, I think it's bad for you,

it's wrong to stay down here,

year after year, brooding,

living the life of a hermit.

Bad? Wrong?

Only two things in this life

are really wrong, Pierre,

remorse and illness, and

when I've recovered from them both,

- I'll go out in the world again.

- Why are you remorseful?

I was too late.

I let Lise die feeling unloved.

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 100 men

for five minutes.

I was left for dead on a lost battlefield

in a lost war.

I'll stop being a hermit,

when I can forget all those things.

Well, I think I'd better go to bed now.

Goodnight, Pierre.

And thank you again.

Goodnight, Andrei.

- Natasha, come to bed, you'll catch cold!

- I can't sleep.

After a day like this,

it's impossible to sleep.

Come and see the moon.

Look how glorious it is.

- Sonya?

- Yes?

- Do you think Prince Andrei likes us?

- Of course.

He's so silent. It's as though

he's passing judgement on us.

- I'm frightened of him, aren't you?

- No.

I'm a little frightened, and yet

I wanted to take him by the hand,

look in his eyes and sing just for him.

Poor man, he'd never come again

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