[Andrey:] Well, how are you? Still getting stouter?
[Pierre:] There’s a new wrinkle On your forehead old friend
[Andrey:] It’s good to see you I’ve been away too long
[Pierre:] My friend, you are in need Your face is gloomy
[Andrey:] No, I am well There’s a war going on
Forgive me for troubling you I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova And have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand Or something of that kind Is this true?
[Pierre:] Something of that kind
[Andrey:] Here are her letters Please give them to the Countess
[Pierre:] Natasha is ill She has been at death’s door
[Andrey:] I much regret her illness
[Pierre:] And he smiled like his father Coldly, maliciously
[Andrey:] Well, it doesn’t matter
[Pierre:] You told me once A fallen woman should be forgiven
[Andrey:] But I didn’t say that I could forgive I can’t
Yes, ask her hand again Be magnanimous, and so on Yes, that would be very noble But I can’t be that man If you wish to be my friend Never speak of that again