All language subtitles for Vojna i Mir II. - Natasha Rostova

MOSFILM

LEO TOLSTOY

WAR AND PEACE

NATASHA ROSTOVA

Directed by
Sergei BONDARCHUK

Screen Adaptation by
Sergei BONDARCHUK, Vassily SOLOVIOV

Director of Photography
Anatoly PETRITSKY

Production Designers
Mikhail BOGDANOV, Gennady MIASNIKOV

Music by Vyacheslav OVCHINNIKOV

Sound by Yuri MIKHAILOV

English Subtitles by
Tatiana Kameneva

Starring

Liudmila SAVELYEVA
as Natasha Rostova

Sergei BONDARCHUK as Pierre Bezukhov
Vyacheslav TIKHONOV as Andrei Bolkonsky

V. STANITSIN as Ilya Andreyevich Rostov
K. GOLOVKO as Countess Rostova

O. TABAKOV as Nikolai Rostov
S. ERMILOV as Petya Rostov

I. GUBANOVA as Sonya

A. KTOROV
as Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky

A. SHURANOVA as Princess Maria
I. SKOBTSEVA as Helen

V. LANOVOY as Anatole
O. EFREMOV as Dolokhov

A. BORISOV as the Rostov Uncle
N. MORDIUKOVA as Anisya Fyodorovna

Ye. TYAPKINA as Akhrosimova
K. POLOVIKOVA as Drubetskaya

E. MARTSEVICH as Drubetskoy
A. STEPANOVA as Scherer

G. KRAVCHENKO as Karaghina

V. MURGANOV as Alexander I
V. STRZHELCHIK as Napoleon

In June of 1807,
in Tilsit,

the meeting of the emperors Alexander
and Napoleon took place.

In the meantime, life,

the actual life of people,

with its concerns
of health, sickness,

work, rest,
and the interest people take

in thinking, the sciences, poetry,
music,

love, friendship, hatred, passion,

went on as usual, independently
and outside of the political issue

of friendship or war with
Napoleon Bonaparte.

January, February, March, April...

Come on, speak, Mama.

This won't do, my dear.

Not everyone can understand
your childhood friendship.

Seeing you two being so close
may be detrimental to you,

and what's more important, it's
making him wretched for nothing.

He might have already found a good
match, and now he's going crazy.

Is he?

I'll tell you about myself.
I had a cousin...

I know, Kirill Matveyevich.
But he's an old man.

He was not always old.

I'll speak to Boris.
He mustn't come so often.

- Why not, if he wants to?
- Because it can't come to anything.

Mama, what nonsense!

All right, I won't marry him, but let
him come if we both enjoy it.

Not to be married, but -just so...

- How so, my dear?
- Oh, just so.

I don't want to get married at all.
Just so...

Stop laughing.
You're shaking the bed.

You're so much like me,
just another giggler.

Well, is he very much in love?
What do you think?

Did someone love you as much?

Besides, he's very nice.
Only not quite to my liking.

He's so narrow, like the grandfather
clock in the dining-room.

- Do you know what I mean?
- No.

- Narrow, gray, light-colored...
- What nonsense you talk!

Don't you really understand?
Nikolenka would understand.

Bezukhov, for instance, is blue.

Navy blue and red.
And he's quadrangular.

- You're flirting with him, too.
- No, he's a Freemason.

He's a darling, navy blue and red.
How can I explain it to you?

Countess, are you asleep?

No one can understand all
that I have in me.

Sonya? No, how could she?
She's too virtuous.

Even mother can't understand me.

It's amazing how clever I am and...

She is so charming. She's got
everything.

Extraordinarily intelligent,
pretty, graceful.

She swims, rides beautifully,

and her voice!
She's got a marvelous voice!

On December 31,

on the eve of the new year 1810,

a Catherine court dignitary
was giving a grand ball.

The Czar and the diplomatic corps
were expected to attend.

The Rostovs were invited, too,
and Natasha was preparing

for the first great ball
of her life.

Sonya! That bow isn't right.
Come here, will you?

- Aren't you ready? It's nearly 10.
- Coming!

- Are you ready, Mama?
- I only have my cap to pin on.

- Don't do it without me!
- But it's ten o'clock already!

Mavrusha, darling, hurry!

- Aren't you ever going to be ready?
- In a minute. Don't come in, Papa!

Can it be that no one will ask me
to dance?

That no one will notice me?

No, it can't be!

They have got to know
how I long to dance,

how wonderfully I dance, and how
glad they'll be to dance with me.

This is indeed interesting...

You always dance, don't you? I have
a protegee here, the Rostov girl.

- Will you ask her to dance?
- Where is she?

Excuse me, I'd be happy to go on
with our talk some other time.

But at a ball one should dance.

I want you to meet my daughter.

I have the pleasure of her acquaint-
ance, if the Countess remembers me.

Would you do me the honor
for a waltz?

If she goes to her cousin first,
then to another lady,

it will mean she will be my wife.

Isn't this marvelous?

Yes, it is. I'm very glad.

Oh, that's you. I've been working.

My dear, I have never experienced
anything like that.

I'm in love, my friend.

- Well?
- Mama, don't ask me anything now.

- With Natasha Rostova?
- Yes. Who else?

This feeling is too strong for me.
I wasn't really living until now.

Only now I feel alive,
but I can't live without her.

How could she ever love me?

I've never felt like this before!
But I feel scared when I'm with him.

Does that mean it's the real thing?

- Why don't you say something?
- Me? I've been telling you...

- Mama, are you asleep?
- No, my darling, I'm frightened.

I know I won't sleep anyway.
I never felt like this before!

That girl is such a treasure...
She's such a rare girl.

I'm asking you, don't try to
rationalize, have no doubts,

marry her, and I'm sure that
there will never be a happier man.

- But how about her?
- She loves you.

- Nonsense, Pierre.
- Yes, I know it.

- I must talk to someone about it.
- Go on, I'd be glad to.

It had to happen that he came to
St. Petersburg when we were here.

And we had to meet at that ball.

It was Fate, I'm sure.
Yes, it must have been that.

For me now,
the world is divided into two.

She is one part where you find
happiness, hope and light.

The other part is all where she
isn't, and that's all gloom.

Gloom and darkness.
Yes, I know what you mean.

Can a man help preferring light
to gloom? I'm so happy.

- I know you're glad for my sake.
- Yes, yes.

Mama, darling, how I love you!
How happy I am!

Three weeks went by.

Not once did Prince Bolkonsky
call on the Rostovs.

Natasha, darling,

perhaps he's ill. After all,
he was wounded at Austerlitz.

Please, don't, Mama!
I don't want to think about him.

He just started visiting us
and then stopped.

And I don't feel like getting
married. I'm afraid of the man.

I mean what I'm saying.

Why think that much about it?
Things are fine as they are.

Yes, that's me! And I don't need
anyone.

What a charming creature
that Natasha is!

She's pretty, has a nice voice, she
is young, she doesn't bother anyone.

Just leave her alone!

Mama, Bolkonsky is here!

Mama, it's awful!
I don't want to be tortured!

Who's here? Why?
Oh please, Natasha!

It's such a long time since we
have had the pleasure...

I haven't been to visit you
because I had to see my father.

There was something very important
I had to talk to him about.

I would like to speak to you,
Countess.

Go, Natasha, I will call you.

Lord, have pity on me.
Lord, please help me.

Well, Mama?

Go to him.
He's asking for your hand.

Can it be that this stranger
has become everything to me now?

Now he's dearer to me than
anything else in the world.

Since the very first minute I saw
you I have loved you.

Please say that I can hope.

Why ask?

Why doubt what it's impossible
not to know?

Why talk when you can't express
with words what you feel?

- Do you love me?
- Oh yes, yes...

- What is it? Is something wrong?
- I feel so happy.

Now, Prince Andrei no longer felt
the same love for her as before.

Something within him had changed.

There was none of the former
poetic charm of attraction,

only a kind of pity for her
feminine and childish weakness,

a sort of terror before
her devotion and trustfulness.

Although this new feeling was not
as poetic as the old one,

it was stronger and more serious.

Did your mother tell you that we
cannot be married for a year?

Is it possible that it's me?

Is it possible that from now on
I'm to be the wife,

the equal of this stranger,
who is so intelligent and charming,

whom even my father looks up to?

Can it be true
that life is no longer a game,

that now I'm responsible for
everything I do and say?

But what was it he asked me?

You are so young, and I've already
been through such a great deal.

It's for you that I'm afraid.
You don't know yourself yet.

Difficult as it is for me to wait an
entire year, delaying my happiness,

it will give you some time to test
yourself.

I'm asking you to make me
happy in a year.

But till then you are free.
Our engagement will remain secret.

And should you find
that you do not love me...

Why do you say that?

From the first day you came to
Otradnoye, I have loved you.

In one year you will learn
to know yourself.

A whole year?

Why wait a year?
Can't anything be done?

It's frightening!

I'll die waiting a year!
Why, it's so awful!

No! I'll do anything.
I feel so happy!

There was no ceremony

and their betrothal
was not announced to anyone.

Don't go.

I beg you, Natalie,
God knows what may happen.

Perhaps you will stop loving me...
I know I shouldn't talk about that.

But whatever may happen to you
when I'm not here...

Don't go...

Whatever may happen,
go to Pierre for help.

He's the most absent-minded man,
but he has a heart of gold.

Don't go...

How indignant Pierre would have
been

seven years before, when he'd
returned from his sojourn abroad,

if someone had told him

that there would be no need
for him to seek or plan anything,

that his path had long ago been
traced and predetermined for him.

Sometimes he consoled himself that
the life he led was a temporary thing.

But then he would be shocked by
another thought:

How many other men had
temporarily slipped into this sort

of life, just as he had, with all
their teeth and all their hair,

only to leave it without a single
tooth and without a single hair.

Why? What for?
What was going on in the world?

Now and then Pierre recalled
what he had been told

of soldiers under fire in ambuscade
when they have nothing to do,

how they try hard
to find occupation

so as to bear their danger
more easily.

And Pierre pictured all men
as such soldiers

trying to find a refuge from life,
some in ambition, some in cards,

some in framing laws,
some in women, some in games,

some in horses, some in politics,
some in sport, some in wine,

some in the government service.

Nothing is trivial, nothing is
important. Only one thing matters:

To escape from her
as best I can!

Only not to see her,
that dreadful her.

Under the influence of wine
he would say to himself:

"I'll get it straightened out.
I have a solution already.

But I'll think it over later on!"

The trouble was
this "later on" never came.

Good morning, Uncle!

All's well and quick march!
I knew you couldn't resist it.

You had better attack at once,
for my Girchik reported

that the Ilaghins are out with
their hounds at Korniki.

They'll snatch the litter
right under your noses.

That's where I'm going.
Shall we join the packs?

Good morning, Uncle!
See? We're going too!

Good morning to you. Be careful
you don't trample the hounds.

We won't get in anyone's way.
We'll stay in our places.

A good thing too, little Countess,
only don't fall off your horse,

since there's nothing for a horse
to hold on to.

Have you seen Natalya Ilyinichna?
Where is she?

She and Pyotr Ilyich are standing
behind the high grass at Zharov.

A lady, but she has a great love
for the chase.

And you wonder at her riding, eh?

- It wouldn't be amiss for a man.
- Yes! So daring, so smart!

You old hag, don't scare the game
off, or old Danila'll curse you...

I know a thing or two myself!

They're on the track of the litter.

In the Lyadovsky uplands.

Stand still!

There!

He slipped by you! Some hunters!

Dear Lord, what would it cost You
to do this for me?

I know it's a sin
to ask You such a thing.

But please, let the wolf
come out my way!

Just once in my life let me get
a hermit wolf, that's all I want!

Keep going or go back?

Keep going!

What a magnificent wolf!

- A real hermit wolf, eh?
- The meanest one, Your Excellency.

As mean as you are, Danila.

That's my little Countess,
all's well, quick march!

I never saw an amazon like her!

Dawn to sundown, riding sidesaddle,
and she's as fresh as a daisy!

Have a taste of this,
little Countess.

Come on, Petya, wake up!

Taste some of this, it's delicious!

This is how I'm finishing my days.

When you die, there's nothing left
at all. All's well, quick march.

So why complain...

Open the door! Why have you
shut it?

That's my coachman.

I've bought him a good balalaika.

How nice! It's really good.

What do you mean, good?
It's simply enchanting!

Please, go on! Play some more.

You enjoy it, little Countess?

He plays very well, doesn't he?

That's not the way to do it.

You should hear trills there,
all's well, quick march!

Can you play, Uncle?

Anisya, will you see if the strings
are all right on the guitar?

I haven't touched it for a long
time, all's well, quick march!

Beautiful, Uncle! Go on! More!

Please, dear Uncle!

Now then, my dear niece...

Where, when, how had this little
Countess, reared in silk and velvet

by a French governess,

ever managed to absorb,
with only the air she breathed,

this manner that was so typically
Russian?

And yet the spirit and gestures
were precisely

and inimitably Russian, which
her uncle expected to find in her.

How did she manage to grasp
everything that was in Anisya,

in Anisya's father, in her mother,
in every Russian man or woman?

Well done, my little Countess!
That's my niece!

All you need now is to pick out
a worthy young man for a husband!

He's already picked out.

Yes, and a very good one!

What did Nikolai's smile mean when
he said, "he's already picked out"?

He acts as if he thought that my
Bolkonsky wouldn't understand,

wouldn't approve of this wonderful
time we're having.

But he would understand.

Where is he now?
But I mustn't think about him.

Night has laid out a blanket

Of the newly-fallen snow.

Swept it over every pathway

In the field of predawn glow.

It's not sorrow that's eating

A good fellow, it's woe.

A good fellow is grieving...

- What are you thinking about?
- Me? Wait.

I was thinking that here we're
driving thinking we're going home.

But actually, we're going Heaven
knows where

and finally we'd arrive and find
we weren't at Otradnoye,

but that we were in a fairy land.

And then I thought...

No, that was all.

- You were certainly thinking of him.
- No.

And also I was thinking
how beautiful Anisya was.

I know that I shall never be
as happy as I am now.

Nonsense, gibberish, folly.

What a treasure my Natasha is!

I have no other friend like her
and I'll never have.

Why does she have to marry? We
could have gone like this forever.

What a treasure my Nikolai is.

Oh, if he'd only come back sooner.
I'm afraid we'll never get married.

Worst of all, I'm getting older...

I shall no longer be
what I am now.

But what if he comes today?

Perhaps he came yesterday,
and I've forgotten it?

What am I to do with them?

Oh yes, Nikita, will you please
go and...

Where am I to send him?

Yes, will you please go to the yard
and bring me a rooster?

Nastasya Ivanovna,
what shall I give birth to?

You? Fleas.

Dragon-flies, grasshoppers.

Oh, my God, the same old thing.

Where am I to go?
What am I to do with myself?

The Island of Mad-a-gas-car.

Mad-a-gas-car. Madagascar.

Do you feel sometimes that nothing
is going to happen to you anymore,

that everything good had already
happened,

and you feel not so much bored,
as sad?

Oh yes, very often!

I remember moments, when
everybody around is cheerful,

it suddenly strikes me that I'm
sick of it all, and all must die.

I didn't go to a squadron party once,
and there the music was playing,

and I felt all at once so dreary.

I know it. I know it.

Even when I was quite little,
I used to have that feeling.

Do you remember, I was punished
once for eating some plums,

and you were all dancing,
and I sat in the study sobbing?

I shall never forget it.

I felt so miserable and sorry for
everyone.

And what's most important,
I wasn't to blame.

I remember that I came to you later
and I longed to comfort you.

We used to be so funny.

I had a dummy toy then,

and I wanted to give it to you.

- Do you remember it, Sonya?
- Yes, I do remember something.

How strange it is, as though
it were a dream. I like that.

And do you remember how Papa,
in his blue fur coat,

fired a gun off on the porch?

Do you remember what fun it was?

- They've brought a rooster, Miss.
- Tell them to take it back.

I think that when one goes on
remembering and remembering,

one remembers till one recalls

what happened before one was
in this world.

That's metempsychosis.

The Egyptians used to believe that
our souls had been in animals,

and would go into animals again.

I don't believe
we were once in animals,

but I know for certain
that we were once angels somewhere,

and we have been here, and
that's why we remember everything.

If we had been angels,
why should we have fallen lower?

Not lower.
Who told you we were lower?

This is how I know
I have existed before.

The soul is immortal, you know.

If I'm to live forever, that means
I have lived for all eternity.

But it's hard for us
to conceive of eternity.

Why is it hard?

There's today, there will be
tomorrow, and there will be forever,

and yesterday has been, and the day
before.

The mummers are here!

- Natasha!
- Did you see? Did you see him?

Yes.

- Wait, I... saw him.
- Standing or lying down?

At first there wasn't anything. Then
suddenly, I saw him lying down.

- Lying down? Could he be ill?
- No. His face was cheerful.

What happened then, Sonya?

I couldn't make it out.
I saw something blue and red.

When is he going to come back?
When shall I see him again?

I'm so afraid for him, and for
myself, and about everything else...

Prince Andrei wants his year
reduced by three months.

So write him and tell him to wait
till I'm dead. It won't take long.

Go ahead, marry, dear son.
What a fine alliance!

Smart people, eh? And rich, eh?

And what a stepmother he's
going to give poor Nikolushka!

Let him marry tomorrow if he
wants! And I'll marry our governess!

He mustn't be without a stepmother,
either!

But I'm not going to put up with
any more women in my house!

Would you like to live with him,
too? Bon voyage and good riddance!

Put the Count's things over here.
The young ladies' - on the left.

You've grown plumper and prettier.
Phoo! How cold you are!

Maria Dmitrievna, my Countess has
gotten ill. Our house isn't heated.

I took an opportunity of your
invitation, and here we are.

High time you did.
I'm so glad you could come.

The old Bolkonsky's in Moscow.
His son is also expected any day.

You really should make his
acquaintance.

His highness cannot see you,

but her highness, the Princess,
asks you to come up.

You see, my dear Princess, I've
brought you my little songstress.

I'm so happy that you can get
to know each other.

I have long wanted to do so, Count.
I'm very glad.

I'm sorry to hear that the Prince
is unwell.

If you'll permit, Princess,

I'd like to leave my Natasha in
your hands for a quarter of an hour.

I would like to drop in
on Anna Semyonovna.

Then I'll come back and pick her up.

Please spend the longest time
possible at your friend's.

My dear Natalie, I'm so delighted

to see that my brother has found
happiness at last.

I think, Princess, that it's not
opportune to talk about that now.

Ah, Mademoiselle!

Countess Rostova,
if I am not mistaken?

I beg your pardon.

God is my witness, I didn't know
that you've honored us with a visit.

It was to my daughter that I came
in this costume.

Please excuse me.
So help me God, I didn't know.

I beg you to excuse me.

After all, what do his father and
sister matter to me?

He's the one I love and he alone.

No, I'd better not think of him.
I'd better forget him for now.

Look what a cap Anna Mikhailovna
has on.

That's the Karaghins with Julie and
Boris. One can see they're engaged.

Drubetskoy has made a proposal.
I heard so today.

How long have you been in town,
Countess?

I have some business here, too,
and I've brought my girls with me.

They say, Semyonova's acting
is superb.

Here he is, Kuraghin!

I can't call on you. Does it mean
I'll never see you again?

How madly I'm in love with you!

Never to see you again?

Natalie!

Just one word! For the love of God!

One word!

Mademoiselle, a man asked me
to give you this.

Since last evening,
my fate is sealed:

To be loved by you or to die.
I have no other choice.

Forget all this. There's time yet.

Stop talking nonsense.

If you only knew
what this means to me.

I'm being serious.
What you're planning is no joke.

Stop teasing me!
Go to the devil!

I've helped you plan this,
but you must be told the truth.

This affair is dangerous, and when
you think of it, it's stupid.

All right, you'll take the girl away,
but they won't let it go at that.

They're going to find out you're
married. They'll take you to court!

Rubbish! Haven't I explained
everything to you?

If this marriage is invalid,
I won't have to answer for anything.

And if it's valid, in a foreign
country no one will know a thing.

So I don't want to hear about it
any more.

- You'll get your head in a noose.
- You go to the devil!

You don't understand what I'm
going through. Just feel it beating.

What a lovely foot she has! And
the look in her eye! A pure goddess!

- When your money's gone, what then?
- What then?

How am I to know what then?
Don't talk nonsense.

Sonya, I can't keep it from you
any longer.

We're in love.
He's written to me, Sonya...

And Bolkonsky?

You can't imagine
how happy I am!

You mean you're breaking up
with Prince Andrei?

You don't understand anything.
Stop this nonsense, listen to me.

I'm not going to let you do it.
I will tell.

If you tell, then you're my enemy!
You want to ruin my life.

You can't meddle in such affairs.
I confided in you...

Why doesn't he come right out
and ask for your hand?

After all, Prince Andrei has
given you complete freedom.

You mustn't doubt him, Sonya,
don't you understand?

- What if he's not an honorable man?
- I can't live without him!

I don't understand you!
Think of your father, of Nikolai!

I don't need anyone!
I don't love anybody except him!

I don't want to quarrel. Please go!
Don't you see that I'm suffering?

Well, lads, friends of my youth,
we have had jolly sprees together!

Now, when shall we meet again?
I'm going abroad. Farewell!

- Let's get going!
- And where's the sable coat?

Ignatka! Go upstairs and ask for
a sable coat!

She'll come out nearly dead with
fright, wearing whatever she had on.

If you don't act fast, she'll get
cold and want to go back.

Then you wrap the coat around her
and carry her over to the sleigh.

You idiot! I said sable, didn't I?

Come on, take it. I won't miss it.

I shall demonstrate.
That's the way. See?

Giddyap!

She will be out directly.

- Will you come to the mistress?
- What mistress?

My orders are to bring you in.

Kuraghin! We've been betrayed!

Maria Dmitrievna, let me in
to see her, for God's sake!

Shameless girl! Wretched little
hussy!

A fine thing! Arranging meetings
with lovers under my roof.

Enough of those crocodile tears.
Listen to me when I speak to you.

You've disgraced yourself,
like a common girl of the streets.

I don't know what I'd have done if
I didn't feel sorry for your father.

A lucky thing for that scoundrel
that he escaped, but he'll be found.

Will you listen to what I'm saying?

Let me alone. I don't care.
I'm going to die!

Natasha!

I'm doing this for your own good.
Now lie still, I won't touch you.

What am I going to tell your father
when he comes back tomorrow?

- What if he and your fiance find out?
- I have no fiance. I've broken up.

Makes no difference. He'll find out.
Do you think he'll keep quiet?

He might even challenge that
scoundrel to a duel. What then?

Will you leave me alone?
Why did you have to meddle?

Who asked you to do that?

Just what did you expect?
Suppose he had kidnapped you?

Do you think you'd get away with it?
He's a scoundrel, that's what he is!

He's better than any of you!
Why did you have to interfere?

Oh, merciful God, why?
Sonya, why?

Will you get out?
Everyone hates me, despises me!

You are worse than a cad. You're
a scoundrel!

Why am I denying myself
the pleasure of smashing your head?

- Had you promised to marry her?
- I... I didn't think.

Well, I couldn't make any promises
because I'm married already.

Have you any letters from her?

I won't do anything to you,
don't be afraid.

I've got the letters. Now you will
have to leave Moscow by morning.

And one other thing. You'll never
breathe a word about what happened.

I know I can't prevent you from
doing so,

but if there remains in you a scrap
of human conscience...

If you must, go to women like my
wife for your diversion.

They know what you want, and
so there you're within your rights.

They're as well armed as you with
the same experience of debauchery.

But deceiving a girl whom you've
vowed to marry...

kidnapping her...

Have you never been told that
it's just as cowardly and infamous

as killing an old man or a child?

I wouldn't know and I really don't
care to know.

But you used certain words,
like cowardly and so on,

that I cannot condone
as a man of honor.

Although there are no witnesses,
still I'm not going...

You want satisfaction?

You might at least
take back your insults,

if you want me to comply
with your wishes.

I take back my words
and ask you to forgive me.

And should you need any money
for yourjourney...

What a breed you are! Mean,
sordid, heartless!

Her letters and her portrait. Would
you return them to the Countess?

She is very ill.

So she is still here?
And Prince Kuraghin?

He left long ago.
She almost died.

I'm very sorry to hear of her
illness.

I take it, Monsieur Kuraghin
did not honor her with his hand?

He couldn't marry
because he was already married.

And where might your brother-in-law
be now, if I may ask?

He left for St. Petersburg...
Actually I've no idea where he is.

You may tell Countess Rostova
she's always been and remains free,

and that I wish her every happiness.

Do you remember that discussion
we had in St. Petersburg...

Yes, I told you that one should
forgive a fallen woman.

But I never said I would be able to.
I can't forgive.

But can this be compared?

Once more to ask for her hand,
to be magnanimous?

I am not up to following
the same path as that gentleman.

If you want to be my friend,
don't talk to me again about that...

about all this.

Well, goodbye.

Pyotr Kirillovich,
Prince Bolkonsky is your friend.

He once told me
I could come to you for help.

Now the Prince is here...

Could you tell him to...

to please forgive me?

- Yes, I will tell him, but...
- I know everything's finished.

What torments me is
that I have hurt him so.

Can you tell him that I beg him
to forgive me for everything.

Yes, I'll tell him. I will do as you
ask.

Only I'd like to know one thing...

I would like to know whether
you loved...

Did you love that evil man?

You mustn't call him evil.
I don't know anymore.

Then we won't speak of it again,
my dear.

I will tell him everything, but you
must think of me as your friend.

If you ever need help, if you feel
like confiding in someone,

not right now, but when you can see
in yourself more clearly,

remember I'm your friend.

If there's anything I can do,
I would be happy...

Please don't be so kind.
I don't deserve it!

Don't say that! Your whole life
still lies ahead of you.

No! For me, everything's finished.

Everything is finished?

If I were somebody else,

somebody who was good-Iooking,
intelligent and the best of men,

and if I were free,

I would be right now at your feet
asking for your hand and your love.

It seemed to him that this
dazzling comet

was the perfect symbol of what
he felt in his compassionate soul

which brimmed with the blossom
of a new life.

On June 12, the armies of Western
Europe crossed the Russian border,

and the war began,

an event completely opposed
to human reason

and human nature.

End of Part Two