War And Peace Page #9

Promise me.

Aunt, Prince Andrei is here,

among the wounded.

- Andrei?

- He's unconscious, terribly wounded.

- Natasha?

- She doesn't know.

- She mustn't know.

- He's dying.

Natasha must not know.

All right, get those wagons moving.

Turn them around!

We've got another load of wounded

back there!

After we've left and

the wounded are here, what then?

I don't know. My orders are to get

back and pick up more wounded.

They're to be left here, deserted,

to be taken prisoner, to die?

- That's in other hands than ours.

- Take those chairs down.

- That's enough. Put it down.

- Papa, we can't do this.

- Oh, the settee...

- The three men will become prisoners.

What three men?

But of course. If we leave the settee,

what will happen to your mother?

- I'll speak to Mother.

- Back in!

You three are to come with us

on that cart.

- Your men must use my house.

- Count, please help.

- Is there a cart for this poor fellow?

- Of course.

Hurry, hurry!

- All those men, Papa.

- I know, it's very sad.

- Still, in a war...

- We must take them with us.

We're going to unload everything

and take every man who can travel.

You're right. So very right.

Take those back. Put that down.

Unload all the carts. Do as you're told!

- Tell your men there's room for all.

- Thank you, sir.

Take those off!

Take this off, take it all down.

Unload the cart.

Unload this cart completely.

Overboard with that.

Take all that down!

Take down that table, we don't need it.

Empty the cart straight away.

All this out. Come and help!

Llya, what is this?

They're unloading everything.

- To make room for the wounded.

- But our things!

Things! Things can be bought.

Think what it means to be left behind.

The government ought to care

for the wounded.

Mama, you can't object.

Look at them.

You'd leave them behind

to save some furniture? Mama!

Suppose Nicholas was one of them.

Or Petya.

Nicholas? Petya?

Of course, you're right, darling.

I'm sorry, llya.

The chicks are teaching the hen!

Ten more minutes!

We leave in ten minutes!

- I'm ready now, llya.

- Come along, girls, in you get.

- In God's name, off.

- In God's name, off!

Dear Moscow, everybody's leaving you.

- Look! Over there by the corner!

- Who is it?

Pierre! Over here! Pierre!

Over here, Pierre!

You're safe. You promised

you'd come back and you have.

You mustn't stay. Come with us.

- Did you see the battle, Pierre?

- Yes, I saw it. I saw too much.

- Come with us.

- I must stay in the city, I've...

- Stop the coach!

...something I must do.

Go on!

Remember me. Remember!

Why wouldn't he come with us?

I don't understand.

- Natasha...

- Sonya!

You're crying. For Pierre?

For us, because we're leaving?

What, then?

- I have to tell her.

- No.

There's someone we know

among the wounded.

Andrei?

He's travelling with us now.

Is he badly hurt?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't know how to tell you.

He told you not to tell me.

No. He's asleep or unconscious.

He didn't speak.

He didn't speak?

Moscow!

Asiatic city of innumerable churches.

Lots of them.

Moscow the holy, here at my feet.

At last!

On the ancient monuments

of barbarism and despotism,

I shall inscribe great words

of justice and mercy. Mercy.

What a splendid reign the Emperor

Alexander's... might have been.

Now, I'm ready to accept

the surrender of the city. Now.

Well, where is the deputation?

There is no one, sire.

The city is empty, half of it on fire.

There is no government.

No one to surrender to you.

That's impossible.

Impossible and ridiculous!

There must be a surrender.

This is an insult!

They're going to pay for this.

The skyline, look. It's a village on fire.

- It could be Mytishchi.

- It's further away than that.

- Moscow's on fire!

- It's so windy and dry.

Moscow! God have mercy.

Oh, it's Moscow, poor Moscow.

Natasha, Sonya, come and look.

Moscow's on fire.

Moscow? Oh, no!

How terrible!

- Natasha!

- Let's go back to bed.

- I must talk to you.

- Again?

- Go back to bed.

- Give me permission to join the army.

You already know it. It's no.

I must go where I can do

the most good for my country.

Your duty now is not what you think.

Your duty is to stay with us.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I've already made up my mind.

Do look. The whole city's on fire.

You can see it from the window.

- You didn't even look.

- Yes. Really, I did.

Go back to sleep.

You'll catch your death of cold.

You, too, Natasha, darling.

Go to sleep.

- Is it the French or us burning the city?

- Who knows?

Please, your officers, where are they?

Officers, Miss?

I don't know. Down there somewhere.

Forgive me, forgive me.

I love you.

Forgive me.

Forgive what?

For everything I have done.

I love you more. Better than before.

- I want all these fires put out.

- Yes, sire.

Let me go! Take your hands off me!

No!

Let me go!

- Where did he come from?

- I don't know.

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Cut them down!

- Two others, quickly!

- No, no! Help me! Please!

Please don't let them! No!

No! No!

Please! No!

No!

No, please!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Cut them down!

No, that's all.

The orders were to shoot

only the incendiaries.

Take them back to prison.

Forward march!

Don't brood. It's not for us to judge

whether we're to be spared or not.

Finally, in the world to come,

God will give us a word of explanation.

Here you are. Come here, boy.

You found me again, eh?

That's the little fella. That's right.

Sit down there, be a good boy.

Do you like cold potatoes?

At dinner the potatoes were delicious.

Here you are, boy.

Perhaps you'd like some salt.

- That's better now, huh?

- I'm all right.

- Why did they have to shoot them?

- What a sin. What a sin.

Where there's law, there's injustice.

Come on, boy, get up.

But the maggot eats the cabbage

yet dies first.

What?

Things happen not as we plan,

but as God judges.

Have you got a family estate, sir?

A housewife?

Your old parents, are they still living?

Perhaps you've got little ones?

Never mind, you're young yet

and may have some still.

The great thing is to live in harmony.

Well, I was still living at home,

you know?

We had a well-to-do homestead,

a nice piece of land,

and a house you'd thank God for.

When we went mowing,

we were seven. Real peasants.

Well, one day, I went into someone

else's forest to cut wood.

The keeper found me, I was flogged

and sent to serve as a soldier.

We thought that was a misfortune,

but it turned out to be a blessing.

If I hadn't sinned, my brother would've

gone and he's got five little ones.

Whereas I only had a wife to leave.

We had a little girl,

but God took her before I left.

You've had hard luck.

We can make it into misery or into joy.

Hard luck's like water in a dragnet,

you pull and it bulges.

But when you've drawn it out,

there's nothing in it.

That's how it is, dear boy.

Now I think it's time to sleep.

Lord Jesus Christ, Holy Saint Nicholas,

Frola and Lavra have mercy upon us.

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