Текст Pierre Natasha – Find Anatole

Pierre:
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
The blood rushes to my heart

And at the Club all is going on as usual
The members eat their dinners
And gossip in small groups

Pierre & chorus:
Have I heard of Kuragin’s abduction?
Is it true Natasha is ruined?

Pierre:
Nonsense, nonsense
Nothing has happened
Everything is fine

Pierre’s house

Anatole:
Natasha
Natasha
It is essential that I see Natasha
How can I see her?

Hélène:

Marya D.’s house

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!

Pierre’s house

Servant (to Pierre):
Good evening sir
Prince Anatole is in the drawing room with the Countess

Hélène:
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