Good evening, Pierre Studying?
How was the opera?
Lovely Natalya Rostova was there
Oh, that charming young girl?
I have known her since she was a child
And long carried affection for her
Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov is coming round
And we are off to the Club
Will you come, old man?
I will come
Lend me fifty rubles?
Drink, drink
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink,
Gonna drink,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight,
Drink, drink
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight,
Gonna drink tonight
Drink with me my love
For there's fire in the sky,
And there's ice on the ground—
Either way, my soul will die
Whoa...
The doctors warn me
That, with my corpulence,
Vodka and wine are dangerous for me
But I drink a great deal
Only quite at ease
After pouring several glasses
Mechanically into my large mouth
Then I feel
A pleasant warmth in my body,
A sentimental attachment to my fellow men
Keep drinking old man
Keep drinking old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man
Keep drinking old man,
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man
Now, Anatole,
What women tonight?
Moscow ladies
Or Gypsy girls?
French actresses?
Just no more unmarried heiresses,
So plain and boring!
And a little too dangerous, eh?
Anatole is a married man
A fact known only to his intimates
A Polish landowner of some small means
Had forced him to marry his daughter
Never mind about that now,
It doesn't matter, I don't give a damn
Just as a duck is made to swim in water,
God has made me as I am
All I care for is gaiety and women
And there's no dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka, I'll keep a feather in my hat
Whoa...
I used to love, I used to love, I used to be better
Keep drinking old man
Yes, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
God, to think I married a man like you
Don't speak to me, wife—
There is something inside me
Dolokhov, pour me another
Something terrible and monstrous
Here's to the health of married women!
And a smile lurks in the corner of my mouth
Here's to the health of married women,
And their lovers!
Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women,
And their lovers!
Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women,
And their lovers!
How dare you touch her?
You can't love her!
Enough!
You bully, you scoundrel!
I challenge you!
Oh, a duel!
Yes, this is what I like
He will kill you,
Stupid husband!
So I shall be killed,
What is it to you!
Anatole, my guns
Oh, this is horribly stupid!
Just show me where to go
And tell me when to shoot
Just wait 'til you're close enough,
You'll never hit him from forty paces
Well, let's begin
This is child's play
As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation,
We shall please proceed with the duel Ready your pistols,
And on the count of tri,
Begin to advance Rahz!
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!
My turn
My turn
Pierre!
Stand back!
Missed,
Missed
Oh my mother, my angel,
My adored angel mother!
Take him away
Missed,
Missed
Such a storm of feelings
You are a fool
Natasha,
Natasha
Her arms, her shoulders
Her neck, her feet
The air of a connoisseur
I will make love to her
And what will come of it?
She's first-rate, my dear,
But she's not for you—
You'd better wait till she's married
You know I adore little girls,
They lose their heads at once
Ask her to dinner, eh?
Sweet sister

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