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ANDREY
Well, how are you?
Still getting stouter?
PIERRE
There's a new wrinkle
On your forehead old friend
ANDREY
IT's good to see you
I've been away too long
PIERRE
My friend, you are in need
Your face is gloomy
ANDREY
No, I am well
There's a war going on
Forgive me for trouble 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
Here are her letters
Please give them to teh Countess
PIERRE
Natasha is ill
She has been at death's door
ANDREY
I much regret her illness
PIERRE
And he smiled like his father
Coldly, maliciously
ANDREY
Well, it doesn't matter
PIERRE
You told me once
A fallen woman should be forgiven
ANDREY
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
