Good evening Pierre
Studying?
Yes. How was the opera?
Lovely. Natalia Rostova was there.
Oh. Oh that charming young girl.
I've known her since she was a child
And long carried affection for her.
Yes, charming.
Look, Dolokhov's coming round
And we're off to the club.
Will you come, old man?
I will come.
Lend me 50 roubles.
Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink, gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna
Gonna drink tonight
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 day.
Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhh
The doctor's warned 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 dishonour in that.
As long as there's money and vodka,
I'll keep a feather in my hat.
Ohhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhh
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 of me.
Dolokhov pour me another.
Something terrible and monstrous.
Here's to the health of married women,
And a smile lurks at 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.
No this is horribly stupid.
Just show me where to go,
And tell me when to shoot.
Just wait until you're close enough,
You'll never hit him from 40 paces
Well let's begin.
This is child' s play.
As the adversaries have refused
The reconciliation
We shall please proceed with the duels
Ready your pistols, and the on the count of 3
Begin to advance,
Pierre, hold your fire.
Pierre, hold your fire.
Pierre, not yet.
No.
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 connosieur.
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, ey,
Sweet sister.