[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 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?
[Pierre] Something of that kind
[Andrey] Here are her letters Please give them to the 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
