Find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
The blood rushes to my heart
It’s difficult to breathe
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
Not at the ice hills
Not at Matreshka’s
Not at Komoneno’s
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
To the Club
And at the Club all is going on as usual
The members eat their dinners
And gossip in small groups
Have I heard of Kuragin’s abduction?
Is it true Natasha is ruined?
Nonsense, nonsense
Nothing has happened
Everything is fine
(Pierre's house.)
Natasha
Natasha
It is essential that I see Natasha
How can I see her?
Anatole, come Anatole
Anatole, hush
Anatole
(Marya D.'s house.)
What? What?
I don’t believe that he is married
I don’t believe you
And I stare like a hunted wounded animal
He can’t be married!
(Pierre's house.)
Good evening sir
Prince Anatole is in the drawing room with the Countess
Ah, Pierre
Sweet husband
You don’t know what a plight our Anatole has had
Be quiet
I will not greet you
At this moment you are more repulsive to me than ever
Anatole, come Anatole
Anatole, must speak to you
Anatole followed with his usual jaunty step
But his face betrayed anxiety
Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him