A letter from Marya Dmitryevna
Asking you to come and visit her
On a matter of great importance
Relating to Andrey Bolkonsky
And his betrothed
What can they want with me?
Pierre, old friend, I'm sorry it's late,
I'm sorry I haven't seen you about
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
I have been studying
Pierre, old friend, we need your help
Pierre, old friend, the family name
We need your help
We need your help
There's ruin at the door!
Marya!
Natasha has let down the family
Natasha has broken with Andrey
Natasha has tried to elope
Natasha and Antole Kuragin!
What?!
We need your help
We need your help
There's ruin at the door!
Natasha, that charming girl?
I can't believe my ears
So I am not the only man
Tied to a bad woman
And Anatole, that stupid child,
They'll lock him up for years
For Anatole is a married man!
Married? He's married?
Oh, wait till I tell her!
Poor Andrey...
And when Andrey comes home,
He will challenge Anatole to a duel
And get himself killed
And all will be ruined!
You must go see your brother-in-law
And tell him that he must leave Moscow
And not dare to let me set my eyes on him again!
At once