Lyrics
PIERRE
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 the gypsies'
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
PIERRE &
Have I heard of Kuragin's abduction?
Is it true Natasha is ruined?
PIERRE
Nonsense, nonsense
Nothing has happened
Everything is fine
ANATOLE
Natasha
Natasha
It is essential that I see Natasha
How can I see her?
HELENE
Anatole, come Anatole
Anatole, hush Anatole
NATASHA
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!
SERVANT (to Pierre)
Good evening sir
Prince Anatole is in the drawing room with the Countess
HELENE
Ah, Pierre
Sweet husband
You don't know what a plight our Anatole has had
PIERRE
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
Anatole followed with his usual jaunty step
But his face betrayed anxiety
PIERRE
Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him
