Pierre & Andrey

Well, how are you?
Still getting stouter?
There’s a new wrinkle
On your forehead old friend
It’s good to see you
I’ve been away too long
My friend, you are in need
Your face is gloomy
No, I am well
There’s a war going on
Forgive me for troubling you
I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova
And have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand
Or something of that kind
Is this true?
Something of that kind
Here are her letters
Please give them to the Countess
Natasha is ill
She has been at death’s door
I much regret her illness
And he smiled like his father
Coldly, maliciously
Well, it doesn’t matter
You told me once
A fallen woman should be forgiven
But I didn’t say that I could forgive
I can’t
Yes, ask her hand again
Be magnanimous, and so on
Yes, that would be very noble
But I can’t be that man
If you wish to be my friend
Never speak of that again
Well, goodbye
(Pierre takes the letters to Natasha.)