[During this scene, Natasha prepares to poison herself]
[Pierre:] You promised Countess Rostova to marry her and were about to elope, is that so?
[Anatole:] Mon cher I don’t consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone
[Pierre:] My face, already pale Becomes distorted by fury I seize you by the collar with my big big hands And I shake you from side to side Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror When I tell you I must talk to you!
[Anatole:] Come now, this is stupid! What what, don’t don’t!
[Pierre:] You’re a scoundrel and a blackguard And I don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure Of smashing your head in with this!
[He takes a heavy paperweight and lifts it threateningly, but at once puts it back in its place]
Did you promise to marry her?
[Anatole:] I didn’t think of it. I never promised, because
[Pierre:] Have you any letters of hers? Any letters? I shan’t be violent, don’t be afraid
[Anatole hands Pierre a pack of letters]
First, the letters Second, tomorrow you must get out of Moscow
[Anatole:] But how can I?
[Pierre:] Third You must never breathe a word of what has happened between you and the Countess Now I know I can’t prevent your doing so But if you have a spark of conscience
[Pierre paces the room several times in silence]
[Anatole:] Anatole sits at a table frowning and biting his lips
[Pierre:] After all, you must understand That besides your pleasure There is such a thing as other people And their happiness and peace And that you are ruining a whole life For the sake of amusing yourself! Amuse yourself with women like my wife With them you’re within your rights But to promise a young girl to marry her To deceive, to kidnap Don’t you understand that that’s as cruel As beating an old man or a child?
[Anatole:] Well, I don’t know about that, eh? I don’t know that and I don’t want to But you have used such words to me “Scoundrel” and so on Which as a man of honor I will not allow anyone to use
[Pierre:] Is it satisfaction you want?
[Anatole:] You could at least take back your words, eh? If you want me to do as you wish?
[Natasha drinks the poison]
[Pierre:] Fine, I take them back, I take them back! And I ask you to forgive me And if you require money for your journey
[Anatole:] Anatole smiled The reflection of that base and cringing smile Which Pierre knew so well in his wife Revolted him