All language subtitles for Война и мир. 1965. Серия 1. Андрей Болконский.BDRip.1080p.-Loops_track5_[eng]

Grand Prix, Fourth Moscow
International Film Festival - 1 965

Academy of Motion Picture Arts
and Sciences Award "Oscar" - 1 968

MOSFILM

All ideas that have momentous consequences

are always simple.

My idea is that if evil men
are linked with one another

and are thereby made strong,

then honest men, too, must do likewise.

It's as simple as that.

LEO TOLSTOY

WAR AND PEACE

ANDREI BOLKONSKY

Directed by SERGEI BONDARCHUK

Screen Adaptation by
SERGEI BONDARCHUK, VASILY SOLOVYOV

Chief Cameraman ANATOLY PETRITSKY

Art Direction by MIKHAIL BOGDANOV,
GENNADY MYASNIKOV

Music Composed by
VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV

Chief Sound Engineer YURI MIKHAILOV

Assistant Directors
A. GOLOVANOV, A. CHEMODUROV

A. SHIR-AKHMEDOVA
A. ALESHIN, A. PETROV

Edited by TATIANA LIKHACHEVA

Cameraman DMITRI KORZHIKHIN

Sound Engineer I. URBANTSEV

Special Effects by
CHEN YU-LAN, A. SHELENKOV

Costume Design by MIKHAIL CHIKOVANY

Assistant Art Directors A. DIKHTYAR,
S. VALYUSHEK, S. MENYALSHCHIKOV

Pyrotechnician VLADIMIR LIKHACHEV

Moscow Symphony Orchestra
All-Union Radio and TV Chorus and Orchestra

Conducted by VYACHESLAV OVCHINNIKOV

Starring

Natasha Rostova - LUDMILA SAVELYEVA

Pierre Bezukhov - SERGEI BONDARCHUK

Andrei Bolkonsky - VYACHESLAV TIKHONOV

Ilya Andreyevich Rostov - V. STANITSYN

Countess Rostova - K. GOLOVKO
Nikolai Rostov - O. TABAKOV

Petya Rostov - N. KODIN, S. YERMILOV
Sonya - I. GUBANOVA

Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky - A. KTOROV

Princess Marya - A. SHURANOVA
Lise Bolkonskaya - A. VERTINSKAYA

Prince Vasily - B. SMIRNOV
HéIène - I. SKOBTSEVA

Anatole - V. LANOVOY
Dolokhov - O. YEFREMOV

Count Bezukhov - N. TOLKACHEV
Akhrosimova - E. TYAPKINA

Drubetskaya - K. POLOVIKOVA
Drubetskoy - E. MARTSEVICH

Scherer - A. STEPANOVA
Katish - D. FIRSOVA

Karagina - G. KRAVCHENKO
Kutuzov - B. ZAHAVA

Tushin - N. TROFIMOV
Bagration - G. CHOHONELIDZE

Denisov - N. RYBNIKOV
Alexander I - V. MURGANOV

Napoleon - V. STRZHELCHIK
Emperor Franz Joseph - V. SOFRONOV

General Mack - N. BUBNOV
Shinshin - I. SOLOVIEV

Nesvitsky - YU. CHEKULAEV
Timokhin - P. SAVIN

Staff Officer - A. SMIRNOV
RegimentaI Commander - V. BADAYEV

ST. PETERSBURG
1 805

The illustrious Anna Scherer,

lady-in-waiting
to Empress Maria Fyodorovna,

held soirees that were
unrivaled in brilliance.

Tonight she is treating her guests
to the French viscount of Mortemart

who has sought refuge in Russia
from the Antichrist, Napoleon Bonaparte.

The execution of the duke of Enghien
was a matter of state expediency.

Napoleon is a great man,
and the revolution was a great act.

Forgive me, my dear viscount,

but the ambassador's reception obliges me

to leave without hearing you out.

It saddens me
to leave this delightful party.

Anna Scherer's soirees were attended

by the "intellectual essence
of St. Petersburg society,"

as she herself described it.

And indeed no other gatherings
were such thermometers

registering the political temperature

of St. Petersburg society.

My husband is deserting me.
He is going to his death.

Why must we have this nasty war?

You are going off to the war, Prince?

General Kutuzov
has made me his aide-de-camp.

-And your wife Lise?
-She is going to the country.

How can you be so cruel
as to deprive us of her company?

My dear Hippolyte,
why cannot men do without war?

How is it we women are content
with things as they are?

Why have you caused Madame Scherer
such distress?

That abbé, although interesting,
does not understand a thing.

Surely permanent peace is possible. only-

Well, not by preserving
any political balance.

You must not always say what you think.

Have you made up your mind?

Are you to enter the army
or the diplomatic corps?

I haven't decided.
I do not care for either.

No doubt that abbé is a Freemason.

Let's talk seriously about matters.

Have you applied to the Horse Guards?

No. But I've been thinking.
Let me say this to you.

Here we have this war with Napoleon.

If it were a war for freedom,
I would understand it

and I would be the first to join the army.

But I am against
helping England and Austria

to fight the world's greatest man.

That's not right.

If we only fought for our convictions,
there'd be no war.

Ah, that would be perfect!

Perfect perhaps, but hardly possible.

What are you going to war for?

What for?

I don't know.

It's necessary.

Besides, my present life
has become intolerable.

I often wonder why Annette never married.

You men are foolish
not to have married her.

You are incapable
of appreciating a fine woman.

You're so argumentative, Monsieur Pierre.
-I'm arguing with your husband.

I don't understand
why he should want to go to war.

When are you leaving?

Today, when I realized
I must break all these dear ties -

And then, you know Andrei -

Lise, I cannot understand
what you are afraid of.

Men are selfish, all of them.

On some foolish whim,
you pack me off to the country, alone.

Not alone.
You'll be with my father and my sister.

But without my friends.
And you expect me not to be afraid.

I still don't understand
what you are afraid of.

The doctor advises you to go to bed early.
You'd better go.

I don't care if Monsieur Pierre hears us.

I've long been wanting to ask you, Andrei.

What has made you change so towards me?

What have I done to deserve it?

You're going into the army.
You don't care about me.

Lise.

You treat me as if I were a child
or an invalid.

You weren't like this before.

Pray stop this talk, Lise.

Calm yourself, Princess.
You just fancy these things.

I assure you.
I know from experience, because...

Excuse me. Of course I shouldn't be here.

Don't upset yourself.

Please stay, Pierre. The princess
would not deprive me of your company.

-He thinks of no one but himself.
-Lise!

Never marry, my friend. That's my advice.

Do not marry until you can say to yourself

that you have accomplished
all you intend to accomplish

and until you have ceased being in love
with the woman of your choice

and you can view her clearly.

Or you'll be making a cruel
and irrevocable mistake.

Marry only when you are a useless old man,

for everything that is good
and nobIe in you will be lost.

Everything will wasted on trifles.

You talk about Bonaparte and his career.

When Bonaparte set out
to accomplish his goals, he was free.

He wanted nothing in life but these goals,
and he achieved them.

And here? Nothing but balls, gossip,
receptions - all vanity!

A vicious circle
from which I cannot free myself.

But why talk about me?

Let's talk about you.

What is there to say about me? Who am I?

An illegitimate son

without either name or fortune.

But so long as I am free, I am happy.

But I cannot decide what to do
with my life. I need your advice.

I'm fond of you because you are the only
really live person in our society.

Choose anything you like -
the Guards, diplomacy.

It's all the same.
You'll be all right anywhere.

But stop associating with Kuragin
and his like.

That sort of life - drinking, debauchery -
it's not for you.

Do you know what? Seriously.

I've long thought the same thing.

That kind of life
keeps me from deciding on anything.

My head aches. My money's gone.

He invited me tonight, but I am not going.

Give me your word you'll stop going there.

I swear to it.

Petrusha, my friend, come here!

You have a try.

Listen!

If anyone can do the same,
I'll pay him 1 00 imperials.

Attention!

It's utter foolishness!

He'll fall to his death!
-Leave him alone!

He'll fall if he's startled.

If anybody dares come near me,
I'll push him over the edge.

Empty!

Gentlemen, I can do it too.
Give me a bottle of rum.

I will do it even without a wager.

Leave him be.

Just climbing stairs makes you dizzy.

Give me the bottle! I'll do it!

Listen! I'll wager you, but tomorrow.

But now we have a rendezvous
with some actresses.

Let's go!

Let's go! And we'll take Bruin with us!

Prince Vasily in person.

Count Bezukhov must be in a bad state.

I feel so sorry for Count Bezukhov.

His condition is bad enough as it is.

That incident with his son will kill him.

-What have they done now?
-You can imagine.

He and two others took a bear
in the carriage with them

to call on some actresses.

The police went after them.

They tied one of the policemen
to the bear, back to back,

and threw them in the Moyka River.

The bear was swimming
with the officer on top of him.

What a sight it must have been.

How horrid.
What's so funny about it, Count?

Dolokhov's been demoted to the ranks.
Kuragin's father hushed the affair up.

And Pierre Bezukhov's
been banished to Moscow.

I hope no one in Moscow will receive him.

I refused to see him.
After all, I have daughters.

But, my dear, what a prank!

I can just picture the policeman
in the water.

Here she is!

Today is your name day.

How are you, my dear? I congratulate you.

-What a charming child.
-She takes after me.

They're wonderful children.

Sonya! What's the trouble?

Nothing. Leave me alone.

You mean the world to me. I'll show you.

-I don't like it when you talk like this.
-Then I won't. Forgive me.

How wonderful.

Boris!

Boris, come here!

There's something I want to tell you.

Come here.

What is it you want to tell me?

Kiss this doll.

Don't you want to?

Come here.

Closer.

Would you like to kiss me?

Congratulations, my dear.
Many happy returns of the day.

You must be finding Moscow dull,
you wicked man.

There's nothing much you can do.

When your little birds grow up,
you have to get them husbands.

How are you, my sweet little Cossack?

I know you're a vixen, but I adore you.

Come here, young man. Come here.

Come here, I said.

I told your father the painful truth
whenever he needed it.

It's my obligation to tell you the same.

A fine son you turned out to be,
I must say.

Your father lies on his deathbed
and you amuse yourself.

Tying a policeman onto the back of a bear.

Shame on you. Shame.
You'd do better to go off to the war.

Well, I presume it's time for supper.

A declaration of war
has been issued in St. Petersburg.

I saw it myself.

It's been dispatched
to the commander in chief in Moscow.

Why should we go to war against Bonaparte?

He taught the Austrians a lesson.
Is it our turn now?

It's for the reason that -

The emperor knows what he's doing.

Yeryoma, you're better off staying home
and playing with your toys.

This suits us better.

On the contrary,
we must fight to the last drop of blood.

We must give our lives for our emperor.

And then everything will be all right.

The less we debate it, the better.

That is what we old hussars think.

What do you say?
You're a young man, a young hussar.

I agree with you absolutely.

We Russians must either win or die.

That's a true hussar speaking!

What's the reason for all this noise?

Why are you pounding on the table?
Who are you angry with?

One might think the French have come.

I'm telling the truth.

It's all about this war.
My son is going off.

I have four sons in the army,
and I am not worried.

Everything is in the hands of God.

You can die in your bed,
or God may save you on the battlefield.

True enough.

You know I've sent for Pierre.

The count pointed to his portrait
and asked for him.

I pray for only one thing, Cousin -

that God forgive him his sins

and that his soul be at peace
leaving this world.

Yes, of course.

But in the end, as you know,
according to his will,

he has passed over his direct heirs
and left everything to Pierre.

He's made out other wills.

He cannot do that. Pierre is illegitimate.

Don't you see, Katish?
You're an inteillgent woman.

If the count has written to the emperor

asking him to recognize Pierre
as his legitimate son,

then Pierre will no longer be "Pierre"
but "Count Bezukhov."

In which case, he will inherit everything.

Mother told me to ask you to dance.

I fear I don't know the steps.

But if you wish to be my teacher...

Semyon! Let's have "Daniel Cooper"!

Look at Father!

Look at the master! Like an eagl.

Pray to our Lord

O Lord, have mercy

O Lord Almighty,

the Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ,

stretch forth thy all-honorable hand
on your servant Kiril.

We pray thee and implore thee,
absolve thou the soul

of thy servant Kiril from every bond.

Pardon his transgressions,
both of knowledge and of ignorance.

And unto thee do we ascribe glory
now and ever and unto ages of ages.

Amen

O Lord, have mercy

Perhaps the count hasn't asked for me.
I'd better leave.

Believe me.
I'm suffering no less than you.

But act like a man.

Man's life on earth has limits,
and these limits cannot be exceeded.

No one has ever survived a third stroke.

-Who is to inherit his fortune?
-Many are hoping to.

Do not despair, my friend.

He has sent for you. That is a good sign.

Some water?

Pierre.

Shall we call Prince Vasily?

He wants to be turned on his side.

For I am in trouble
Receive, thou, my soul and deliver it

Ye who are my kinfolk in the flesh

And ye who are my brethren in the spirit

My friends and wonted acquaintances

Weep, ye, sigh, wail

For, lo, now I am departing from you

Let me go, I tell you!

I'll take the responsibillty.
You don't know what you're doing.

-You vile woman.
-Let go!

What are you doing?

He is dying and you leave me alone!

This is what you wanted.
You can rejoice now.

My friend.

What sins we commit.

What deceptions we stoop to.
And for what purpose?

I am over 50, my friend.

All things end in death. Everything.

Death is a terrible thing.

Pierre.

He's no longer with us.

Come, I will see you out.

You must try to weep. Tears bring relief.

God will support you.

You are young and now and you've
come into possession of a fortune.

The retired general,
Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky,

whom society nicknamed
the King of Prussia,

had been banished to the country
in the reign of Paull.

Ever since,
he lived in his estate, Bald Hills,

with his daughter, Princess Marya.

Are you well?

Sit down.

For tomorrow -

Wait. Here's a letter for you.

-From Eloise?
-Yes. Julie.

I'll skip two letters and read the third.

I'm afraid you write a lot of nonsense.
I'll read the third.

Do read this one, Father.

The third, I said. The third.

Well, young lady.

These triangles are similar.

As you can see,
the sides A, B and C of a triangle -

The strict routine of life in this house
was not to be violated

even by the departure
of the old prince's son to war.

How clearly I see into his character here.

Your father is an exceedingly wise man.

Perhaps that is why I am so afraid of him.

Please, sit. Sit.

Mikhail Ivanovich, sit.

You must take long walks.
The more you walk, the better.

Despite yourself,

God will save and forgive you
and bring you to him.

For only in him
is there peace and salvation.

Please, Andrei, do it for me.

Leaving?

I've come to say good-bye.

Kiss me here.

Thank you.

Why should you thank me?

For not hanging back,

not clinging to your wife's petticoats,

for putting service first.

Thank you.

If there is anything you wish to say,
speak up.

I can do two things at one time.

It's about my wife.
I'm sorry to leave her with you.

Nonsense. Come to the point.

When her time comes,
send to Moscow for a doctor.

I know nothing can be done
if nature doesn't cooperate.

Out of a million cases,
one can always go wrong.

That is her nightmare, as well as mine.

She's heard stories and she's afraid.

I'll do it.

-Things are bad, eh?
-What do you mean?

-Your wife.
-I don't understand.

All women are alike,
and there's no un-marrying now.

Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

And you know it yourself.

It can't be helped. She's beautiful.

I'll take care of everything.
You needn't worry.

Give this letter to Mikhail Illarionovich.

I've asked him
to appoint you to a better position

and not to keep you an aide-de-camp.

It's ugly work.

Tell him I remember him and esteem him.

Write and tell me how he receives you.

If well, then serve him well.

Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky's son
doesn't need any favors.

And now come here.

No doubt I will die before you do.

Here are my notes.
Give them to the emperor when I die.

Now this.

These writings will be valuable to whoever
writes the history of Suvorov's campaigns.

Give them to the academy.

These are my personal thoughts.

Read them when I am gone.
They may help you.

I shall do all you ask, Father.

And now farewell.

Remember one thing, Prince Andrei.

If you are killed,
your old man will take it very hard.

But if I hear you have behaved in a way
unworthy of the son of Nikolai Bolkonsky,

I will be ashamed!

There is no need to say this to me.

I have another request.

If I am killed and if I have a son,

I want you to keep him here
and let him grow up under your roof.

Please.

Not with his mother?

We've said our farewells. Go now.

Go!

The Russian army, 50,000 strong,
under the command of Kutuzov,

marched into Austria

to join forces with the allied army
of the Austrian General Mack.

Together,
they were to move against Napoleon.

They say Kutuzov has only one eye.

Sure thing. He's one-eyed.

He sees better than you do -
from boots to buttons.

When he looked at my feet,
I thought I was done for.

If only they'd let us rest.

Looks like we'll be marching
on an empty belly.

That was something
when the Germans gave us carriages.

We were something then.

Then it was mostly Poles,
all under the Russian crown.

Now it's nothing but Germans.

Singers, forward!

Hey, my front porch, front porch,
new-made entrance to my home

Brand-new front porch
All of maple and of lattice handiwork

Through this front porch I will pass

Arm-in-arm with my sweet lass

Here comes a fair maid outside
the new-made gate of lattice handiwork

She would let a falcon out
From her right sleeve, he'll flutter out

Fly on, falcon, high and far

Go on flying high and far

Very high and very far
to my dear hometown

To my dear hometown

Good morning.

Greetings, Austrians! Greetings, Russians!

Greetings to the whole world!

What is it, Prince?

We've been ordered to explain
why we aren't advancing.

And why aren't we? No news from Mack?

No.

If Mack had been routed
and the ailled forces destroyed,

news of it would have come.

No doubt.

I want to see Commander in Chief Kutuzov.

The commander in chief is busy.
Whom shall I announce?

The commander in chief is busy.

You see before you the unfortunate Mack.

-Why such a long face?
-Why should I look cheerful?

They're coming.

Step back. Make way.

Congratulations! General Mack has arrived.

He is well and sound
except for a little bruise here.

If you must play the buffoon,

there is nothing I can do about it.

But if you make such jests
in my presence again,

I will teach you manners.

I only offered congratulations.

I am not joking. Hold your tongue!

-Come, what's the matter?
-What's the matter?

Either we're officers serving
our czar and country -

rejoicing in the successes or suffering
the misfortunes of our common cause -

or lackeys who don't give a damn
about our masters' affairs.

40,000 men have fallen,
our ailles have been wiped out,

and you find it funny!

only children amuse themselves like this.

Isn't it charming how the Gascons
show what they're made of.

Three of them go off and take the bridge.

These Frenchmen cross the bridge,
and their army gets across the Danube.

If the French army has taken the bridge,

then it means Kutuzov's army
must have been cut off and is doomed.

That's it then.

Wait.

I am counting on you tonight.

Isn't she ravishing?

Lucky is the man who wins her.

Her husband will certainly
acquire high standing in society.

Don't you agree?

I'd like to know your opinion.

Of course. She is lovely.

Well, Prince, good-bye.

God be with you.

You have my blessing.
May you have great success.

Take a seat beside me.

With your permission, I would prefer
to remain here in Prince Bagration's unit.

Get in.
I, too, am in need of good officers.

Yes, I am in need of them myself.

There is a great deal yet to be done.

If tomorrow, just one-tenth
of Prince Bagration's detachment returns,

I will praise the Lord.

That is why I ask
to be assigned to that detachment.

With 4,000 tired and hungry men,

Bagration was to engage and delay
the enemy forces for 24 hours.

Forward! Hurry!

This was the time Kutuzov needed
to withdraw his army

and escape an encounter with a French army
three times the size of his own.

Gentlemen, what does this mean?

This is no time to relax.

Take you, Captain.

Aren't you embarrassed?

As an artillery officer,
you should set an example.

And you have no boots.

They will sound the alarm,
and you'll have no boots.

What a sight you'd be.

Every man to his post, gentlemen.
Everyone.

The soldiers say
you can run faster barefoot.

To your posts.

It drew nearer and nearer
to that important moment

for which everyone had prepared themselves
at such cost and hardship,

for which the soldiers
had undergone 1 5 years of drilling,

for which these peasants
had left home and family,

for which peasants had been
turned into soldiers,

for which 80,000 men
were living in the field

without wives, mothers or children

and without taking part
in any sort of civil life.

They lived on alien soil
and moved along alien roads,

in the fields, roads and woods,

deprived of the normal,
familiar conditions

of human existence.

For all these men,
the road did not lead to their families,

to work and comfort,

but to an attack or a retreat.

Houses were not homes

but places of ambush.

Men were not brothers,

but both the implements
and victims of death.

I'll tell you what, my friend,

if only we could know
what awaits us after death,

I'm sure we would not be afraid to die.

That's it, brother.

Afraid or not, you can't escape it.

But you fear it anyway.

Your artillery men are so wise

because you carry everything with you,

down to vodka and refreshments.

And still you are afraid.

It's the unknown one is afraid of.

They say the soul goes to heaven.

But we know there is no heaven.

It's only the atmosphere.

Well, give me a pinch
of your tobacco, Tushin.

Tobacco? Sure.

As for enjoying... a future life -

lt's begun! Here it goes!

lt's begun! Here it goes!
Fearful and exhilarating!

lt's begun. Here it goes.

lt's begun! Here it goes!

Two points higher.

Destroy them!

Schöngraben is burning!

I beg you to draw back, Your Excellency.

For God's sake, Your Excellency!

Look what is happening!

The French.

They're a fine sight.

Left. Left.

Left! Left!

Close ranks!

Battalion, halt!

Off with your knapsacks!

God be with us!

Hurrah!

What's happened?

I'm not moving.

I've fallen down. I've been killed.

There's people over there.
They'll help me.

Who are they? Can they be French?

God our Lord, who art in heaven,

save me, forgive and protect me.

Can they be coming for me? What for?

To kill me? Perhaps to kill me.

Me, whom everybody is so fond of!

It can't be they would want to kill me!

Tushin's battery had been forgotten.

The covering troops
stationed near the guns were gone.

The enemy could not believe there were
only four guns arrayed against them.

They were certain the main Russian force
were concentrated in this spot.

Gentlemen! Everyone fall back.

Everyone fall back.

What is your order?

There's nothing -

Destroy them!

All right, old girl, don't let me down.

They're still breathing! Still breathing!

Captain Tushin! Captain!

Are you mad?

Twice you have been ordered to fall back!

Well, I -

Fall back! Everyone!

Your Excellency, two trophies.

I captured an officer.
Our men can testify to it.

Fine, fine.

Remember, Your Excellency.
I'm Dolokhov, reduced in rank!

I received a bayonet wound!
I remained at the front.

Try to remember, Your Excellency.

Captain Tushin,
you have been ordered to fall back.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, my friend.

Captain. Thank God.
I've been wounded in the arm.

I can't walk.
Please, tell them to make room for me.

Put him on.

Lay a cloak down for him. Get on.

Kutuzov's army of 35,000 men

was saved.

The French did not resume
the attack on the following day.

The remains of Bagration's detachment
joined Kutuzov.

Are you in pain?

Leave me, for Christ sake!

So many men were maimed.

Something terrible.

Your Honor, the General has sent for you.

He's in the hut.

I wish to thank you, gentlemen.

But how is it the gun was abandoned?

I do not know, Your Excellency.

I had no men left.

You might have taken some
from the covering troops.

Tushin did not say
that he had no covering troops,

although this was the truth.

He was afraid of getting
some other officer into trouble.

Your Excellency.

You sent me to Tushin's battery.

I found two thirds of the men
and horses killed.

Two guns were smashed,
and there were no covering troops.

If you will allow me
to venture an opinion,

I believe that we owe today's success
primarily to the action of that battery

and the heroic endurance
shown by Captain Tushin's men.

Captain Tushin,

you may leave.

Thank you, my friend. You saved me.

Many thanks.

At yesterday's meeting
of the state council,

our new governor General, Sergei Kuzmich,

read a declaration sent by the emperor
from the army.

It began this way.

"Sergei Kuzmich,

from all sides, reports reach me" -

The poor fellow couldn't read any further.

Not further than "Sergei Kuzmich"?

Not an inch further.

"Sergei Kuzmich, from all sides" -

"From all sides, Sergei Kuzmich" -

So far so good.

Time and again, he undertook to read it.

But as soon as he got to "Sergei,"
the sobbing started.

"Kuzmich" brought tears.

And "from all sides"
provoked uncontrollable sobs.

He'd start again.
"Sergei Kuzmich, from all sides" -

I must try to understand her,

make up my mind
as to what she is really like.

Was I mistaken before,
or am I mistaken now?

No, she isn't stupid.
And she is beautiful.

Are you satisfied with this evening?

This celebration of my name day
was one of the most pleasant.

It is late. I must -

Well, my dear Hélène?

"Sergei Kuzmich, from all sides" -

It's a brilliant match,

but will they be happy?

Marriages are made in heaven.

"Sergei Kuzmich."

What was the point of that story?

I didn't understand.

I don't know either.

Aline, see what they are doing.

Just as before.

God be praised.
My wife has toId me everything.

My dear Hélène!

I am very, very happy!

I loved your father.

She will make you a good wife.

God bless you both.

Princess, come here!

My dear child! God bless you.

God bless you.

Hélène.

Take off those - Those -

It's too late now. The deed's done.

After all, I do love her.

Contemporaries
called the Battle of Austerlitz

the Battle of the Three Emperors.

The Russian and Austrian emperors
reviewed the allied forces.

We, on the other hand,

will move men to our left flank
from the right

leaving the enemy's flank
open to attack.

ESpecially once we have taken
the villages of Sokolnitz and Kobelnitz,

and we may strike the enemy
from the side

pursuing them through the open area
between Schlappanitz and the Turas woods.

The first column
will march with the left...

What shall we do if Napoleon attacks?

This will not happen.

Gentlemen, the dispositions for tomorrow -

or rather, for today,
since it is now past midnight -

cannot be changed.

You have heard them,
and we will do our duty.

Nothing is so important before a battle

as to get a good sleep.

Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow.

I have a feeling that tomorrow,
for the first time,

I shall have a chance to show
what I can do.

Mikhail Illarionovich, what do you think
the outcome of tomorrow's battle will be?

I think the outcome will go against us.

I told Count Tolstoy as much.
I asked him to tell the emperor my opinion.

I long for glory.

I long to be known to all people
and to be loved by everyone.

Am I to be blamed for wanting that,

for living for glory?

Yes, for that alone.

I will never admit it to a soul,
but what am I to do?

Death, wounds, the loss of my family -
all this is nothing!

I'd give everything for a moment of glory,
for an instant of triumph

and the love of people I do not know
nor will ever know.

And what if there were nothing left
but to die?

Well, if I have to,

I will die as bravely as anyone.

Your Excellency,
your orders have been carried out.

What are they doing?

Long life to Your Excellency!

Attention!

Why don't you begin,
Mikhai Illarionovich?

I am waiting, Your Majesty.

Not all the columns have formed up,
Your Majesty.

This is not a parade

where they don't begin
until all regiments arrive.

I do not begin
precisely because this is not a parade

nor at Tsaritsyn Field.

But if Your Majesty orders it...

...providing cover on the left flank.

As for yourself, you shall advance
on the right towards the front,

until you reach the head
of the second column...

By 5:00 in the evening,

the battle was lost on all fronts.

-The enemy!
-No.

Look!

It's over, brothers!

Where are you going?

Are you wounded?

My wound is there.

Stop them!

Bolkonsky, what is happening?

Forward, lads!

How quiet, peaceful.

How majestic.

How different from all the running,
shouting and fighting.

How is it I never noticed
that glorious sky before?

How happy I am
that I have seen it at last.

Yes, all is vanity.

All is false except for that endless sky.

Nothing exists but the sky.

And even the sky does not exist.

There is nothing

but quiet and peace.

Thank God for that.

A glorious death.

END OF PART ONE

PART TWO

Denisov! Here we are!

Nikolenka!

Candles! Tea!

I didn't expect you. Nikolenka! Dear boy!

And me? What about me?

And me! Me too!

I am Vasily Denisov,
a friend of your son's.

You are very welcome.

I know about you. Nikolai wrote about you.

Natasha! Vera! This is Denisov.

Denisov, dear! How nice!

Simply perfect!

Princess Marya.

Father. Andrei?

I have word
that he is not among the prisoners

nor among the dead.

Kutuzov writes

he was killed.

Father, don't turn away.
We will cry together.

Rogues! Scoundrels!

To ruin the army, the people.
And for what?

Go. Go and tell Lise.

Father, tell me how it happened.

Go on.

He was killed in a battle in which
Russia's finest men were massacred

along with Russia's glory.

Go and tell Lise. I will come later.

Marya.

Give me your hand.

Here. Do you feel it?

It feels so strange.

Do you know what?
I am going to love him dearly.

What's the matter, Marya?

Nothing.

I'm just worried,

worried about Andrei.

Have you received any news about him?

No.

It's too early to have received news.

But Father is uneasy, and I am afraid.

But nothing?

Nothing.

Mitya, ride to our country estate

and tell our gardener Maxim

to send me 200 potted plants for Friday.

And we must have singers.

And also strawberries and pineapples.

No need for that.

Bezukhov is here. We can get everything
from his greenhouses.

Tell Bezukhov to come and see me.
I'll include him on the list.

-Is he here with his wife?
-He's so miserabIe.

He's such a elevated, sublime soul.

I shall try to comfort him.

What's this all about?

I hear Dolokhov
has compromised her reputation.

Pierre introduced Dolokhov
to St. Petersburg society, and lo!

And she came here,
and that scoundrel followed her.

They say Pierre
is quite beside himself with grief.

Tell him to forget it
and come to the club.

He'll forget about everything.

We'll have the feast of our lives!

What's wrong? Can't you hear?

Here's to our emperor's health!

I didn't recognize you.

Don't you wish to renew the acquaintance?

The deuce with him. The fool.

Here is to the health
of the hero of our last campaign -

Prince Pyotr Ivanovich Bagration!

Crowned with glory and with laurels

For your famous, heroic deeds

After the brilliant campaign

You, the Russians' pride
are with us here today

You'll forget those fierce battles

Amid fellow countrymen

Who would listen with bated breath

To your military exploits

Moscow is very proud

To welcome thee within these walls

You'll forget those fierce battles

Amid fellow countrymen

And now to the health of the fair ladies.

You see nothing
through those glasses of yours.

Your wife's affair with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.

You see nothing
through those glasses of yours.

Your wife's affair with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.

To the fair ladies, Pierre,
and their lovers!

You see nothing
through those glasses of yours.

Your wife's affair with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.

Don't you dare touch it!

I'll keep it.

You are a blackguard!

I challenge you!

Were I Dolokhov,
I might have done the same.

Most likely I would have done the same.

What is the sense of this duel,
this murder?

I must run away, hide myself.

Count, at this critical moment
in your life, I must speak the truth.

I believe this matter is not worth
shedding your blood for.

You weren't exactly in the right.
You lost your head.

I know. It's sheer stupidity.

Allow me to offer your apologies.

I am sure your opponent will accept them.

Allow me to talk to him.

There's nothing to say.

It makes no difference.

Well, are you ready?

-Perhaps -
-No apologies, no overtures.

You just tell me where I am to go
and how to fire it.

What?

Oh, I knew, of course. I just forgot.

Since there will be no reconcillation,
we may begin.

When I count to three,
advance towards each other.

One.

Two.

Three!

No, it's not over.

Please -

Please go back to the barrier.

Cover yourself!

Sideways! Cover yourself with your pistol!

I missed!

I missed.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Death. Death and lies.

Stupid. Stupid.

Death and lies. Lies.

Well, how do you feel?

I'm all right, but I have killed her.

I've killed her.

She will not survive this.

Who?

My mother.

My angel.

My beloved angel.

My mother.

To his surprise, Rostov discovered

that Dolokhov, that rake and roisterer,

lived in Moscow with his old mother
and humpbacked sister

and was a devoted son and brother.

What do you mean?

What have you done? I ask you.

Me? Why?

Oh, what a hero.

Fighting a duel!
What did you mean to prove?

What, I ask you?

If you won't answer, then I will.

You believed the gossip.

They told you Dolokhov was my lover,
and you believed them.

But what have you proved by this duel?

That you are a fool.
As if everybody didn't know it.

But you have made me
the laughingstock of Moscow.

They will say that you were drunk
and challenged a man

whom you are jealous of
without any grounds

and who is better than you
in every respect.

Why did you believe that he was my lover?

Because I enjoy being with him?

If you were nicer and more clever,
I might enjoy being with you.

Don't speak to me. I beg you.

Why shouldn't I speak?

It's a rare woman that wouldn't have
taken a lover, with a husband like you.

But I never did.

We had better part.

Part? With pIeasure.
If you provide me with a fortune.

Part! Don't think you can frighten me!

I'll kill you!

Get out!

Tikhon!

Go to Maria Bogdanovna and say this.

"The prince has sent me
to ask how she is."

Then tell me what she says.

Tell the prince that labor has begun.

A common belief is that the less people
know about women's suffering in labor,

the easier it will be for them.

And so everybody feigned ignorance.

Nobody spoke about it.

But they all shared a common concern.

Their hearts were softened,
and their minds were aware

that something great and mysterious
was taking place at that moment.

God willing, no doctors will be needed.

Princess, there's a carriage.

Lanterns too. It must be the doctor.

O Lord! Thank God!

I'll go and meet him.
He doesn't speak Russian.

-Is the princess well?
-She's well.

It cannot be.

It would be too extraordinary.

It's providence! Mary, dear!

My darling.

God is merciful.

She was not surprised that he'd come.

She did not understand
that he had returned.

His arrival had nothing to do
with her suffering,

nor did it ease it.

You mustn't come in.

Why did they bring a baby inside?

Why is there a baby?

Has a baby just been born?

I loved you all
and did none of you any harm.

And what have you done to me?

What have you done to me?

I cannot tell you
what I have lived through of late.

Yes, all of us have changed.

What are your plans now?

They're not worth mentioning.

Why aren't you serving in the army?

After Austerlitz? No, thank you.

If Napoleon were threatening
to take the Bald Hills,

I still would not serve
in the Russian army.

Have you heard about my duel?

Yes. You had to go through that.

Thank God I did not kill the man.

Why? Killing a vicious dog is a good deed.

It's evil to kill a human being.
It's wrong.

It's not fair.

Why is it unfair?

We cannot judge what is fair
and what is not.

Men have always erred in their judgment.
They always will.

It is wrong to do evil
to another human being.

How do you know what will
do harm to another man?

I know only two evils in life -

a bad conscience and a sick body.

Happiness consists in their absence.

One must live for oneself,
avoiding these two evils.

That is my philosophy now.

How is it possible
to live only for oneself?

No! A thousand times no!

I feeI, deep within my soul,

I am an integral part of a vast whole.

I feel I cannot vanish without a trace.

Nothing vanishes.

I always have existed and always will.

That is what Herder teaches.

But the only thing that convinces me

is life and death.

That's what convinces me.

What is convincing
is seeing someone dear to you,

someone dependent upon you -

whom you have injured and with whom
you had hoped to make it right -

and then that someone
is seized with pain and agony

and ceases to be.

Why?

There must be an answer.

Yes, of course.

I am only saying
it is not logic that convinces.

What convinces is seeing
someone close to you disappear...

there... into nowhere,

leaving you staring down into the abyss.

And I stared into it.

Isn't that just what I've been saying?

We must live. We must love.

We must believe that we are living
not just on this patch of earth,

but we have lived
and will go on living forever.

How fresh the air is, Your Highness.

-What?
-Fresh air, Your Highness.

What is he talking about?

I suppose he means the spring.

True enough, everything is green.
And so early.

The birches and cherry.

Even the alders are green.

But l don't see the oaks.

Ah, here's an oak.

Spring.

And love.

And happiness.

Haven't you grown weary of this foolish,

senseless illusion?

Over and over again,

and all sheer illusion.

There is no spring,

no sun, no happiness.

I don't believe
in your hopes and illusions.

It is right, that oak,
right a thousand times.

Let the young and the naive
give themselves over to this fraud.

But we know what life is.

Our lives are over.

I must live out my days

without malice,

without excitement,

without desire.

On some business
connected with the family estate,

Prince Andrei had to pay a visit
to the local marshal of nobility,

Count Rostov.

-Just once more!
-Aren't you going to sleep?

I can't sleep. What can I do?

Please, just once more.

What a perfectly divine night.
And now to bed.

You go to sleep. I can't.

Sonya, how can anyone sleep?

See how lovely it is.

How wonderful the world is!

Wake up, Sonya!
There never has been a night like this.

Look at the moon. How simply perfect.

Come here, my dear. Come.

Do you see?

I'd like to sink down on my heels just so,

wrap my arms around my knees
as tightly as possible

and fly away.

Just like this!

It was in these woods that I saw the oak

that we were at one with.

Where is it?

It's the very same oak.

I loved you all
and did none of you any harm.

And what have you done to me?

We must live. We must love.

We must believe that we are living
not just on this patch of earth,

but we have lived
and will go on living forever.

No! My life is not over at the age of 31 .

It is not enough for me to know
all that is inside me.

Everyone must know it,

as well as Pierre
and that girl who longed to fly.

I want everyone to know me

so that my life is not to be lived
for myself alone.

It must cast its reflection
upon the lives of others

so that we may live in harmony.

END OF FILM 1

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