All language subtitles for Война и мир (HD) фильм 1

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by Mosfilm Cinema Concern

Grand Prix of the 4th Moscow
International Film Festival, 1965

Academy Award, 1968

MOSFILM

All ideas that have
huge consequences

are always simple.

My idea is that since vicious people

unite with one another
and become strong,

then honest people
must but do the same.

It's that simple.

LEO TOLSTOY

WAR AND PEACE

ANDREI BOLKONSKY

Director: Sergei Bondarchuk

Screen Adaptation:
S. Bondarchuk, V. Solovyov

Director of Photography:
Anatoliy Petritsky

Production Designers:
Mikhail Bogdanov, Gennady Myasnikov

Composer:
Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov

Sound: Yuri Mikhajlov

Starring:

Natasha Rostova: Lyudmila Savelyeva

Pierre Bezukhov: Sergei Bondarchuk

Andrei Bolkonsky:
Vyacheslav Tikhonov

Count Ilya Rostov: V. Stanitsin

Countess Rostova: K. Golovko
Nikolai Rostov: O. Tabakov

Petya Rostov: N. Kodin, S. Yermilov
Sonya: I. Gubanova

Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky:
A. Ktorov

Princess Maria: A. Shuranova
Lise Bolkonskaya: A. Vertinskaya

Prince Vasily: B. Smirnov
Hélène: I. Skobtseva

Anatole: V. Lanovoy
Dolokhov: O. Yefremov

Count Bezukhov: N. Tolkachev

Akhrosimova: E. Tyapkina
Drubetskaya: K. Polovikova

Drubetskoy: E. Martsevich
Anna Scherer: A. Stepanova

Catiche: D. Firsova
Karagina: G. Kravchenko

Kutuzov: B. Zakhava
Tushin: N. Trofimov

Bagration: G. Chokhonelidze
Denisov: N. Rybnikov

Alexander I: V. Murganov
Napoleon: V. Strzhelchik

Franz Joseph I: V. Sofronov
General Mack: N. Bubnov

Shinshin: I. Solovyov

Nesvitsky: Y. Chekulayev
Timokhin: P. Savin

Staff Officer: A. Smirnov

ST. PETERSBURG, 1805

The well-known Anna Sherer,

Maid of Honor and confidante
to Empress Maria Feodorovna,

hosted such soirées,

that only she was capable of.

Tonight she is treating
her guests

to the Viscount de Mortemart
who has sought refuge in Russia

from the Antichrist,
Napoleon Bonaparte.

The execution of the Duc d'Enghien
was a matter of political necessity.

Napoleon is a great man and
the revolution was a great event.

You must excuse me, dear Viscount,

this unfortunate fete
at the ambassador's

deprives me of a pleasure,
and obliges me to interrupt you.

I am very sorry
to leave your enchanting soirée.

Anna Sherer's soirées
were attended by

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

as Anna herself called them.

Nowhere else was the temperature

of the political thermometer

of St. Petersburg court society

so firmly and clearly indicated.

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

Do tell me why
we must have this awful war.

You are off to the war,
Prince?

General Kutuzov has made me
his adjutant.

- And your wife Lise?
- She will go to the country.

Are you not ashamed
to deprive us of your charming wife?

My dear Hippolyte,
I don't understand

why men can't live without war?

How is it we women don't want
anything of the kind, don't need it?

What have you done to Anna Sherer?
She'll be quite ill now!

That abbé is most interesting,
but he does not understand matters.

I believe lasting peace is possible,

only - how should I put it...?

Not by means
of a balance of power.

You must not always
say what you think.

Well, have you decided to be
a guardsman or a diplomatist?

Can you imagine, I have not!
I do not care for either.

No doubt that abbé is a freemason.

Nonsense. Have you applied
to the Horse Guards?

No. But look, this is what
I wanted to tell you.

There is a war now,
against Napoleon.

Were it a war for freedom
I would understand it,

and would be the first
to join the army.

But helping England and Austria

to battle the world's
greatest man?!

It's not right.

If we fought for our beliefs alone,

there'd be no war.

And that would be splendid!

Splendid perhaps,
but it will never come about.

Well, why are you going to war?

Why?

I don't know.

One must.

Besides, I am going...

because the life
I am leading here does not suit me.

I often wonder why Anna
has never married.

You men are foolish
not to have married her.

Excuse me, but you understand
nothing about women.

You're most argumentative, Pierre!

I am arguing with your husband, too.

Why should he want to go to war?

When are you leaving?

Today I have realized I must

break all these
dear relationships...

And then, you know Andrei...

Lise, I cannot understand
what you are afraid of.

What egotists men are, all of them!

For some foolish whim

he packs
me off to the country, alone.

With my father and sister, remember?

But without my friends. And he
expects me not to be afraid!

I still don't understand
what you fear.

The doctor tells you to go
to bed earlier. You had better go.

I don't mind Pierre being here.

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

What has made you
change so towards me?

What have I done to you?

You are going to war,
yet you do not pity me.

You treat me
like an invalid or a child.

Were you like this 6 months ago?

Lise, please, desist.

Calm yourself, Princess.
You just imagine these things.

I can assure you...

I know from experience, because...

No, excuse me.
I shouldn't be here.

No, please be calm.

- Goodbye.
- Please stay.

The Princess is too kind

to deprive me of your company.

- He only thinks of himself...
- Lise!

Never, never marry, my friend,
until you can say to yourself

that you have accomplished

all you mean to accomplish.

And until you have ceased to
love the woman of your choice,

until you have seen her clearly,

or you will make
an irrevocable mistake.

Marry when you are old and useless,

or all that is good and noble in you

will be lost.

You talk about Bonaparte
and his career.

When Bonaparte set out to accomplish
his aim, step by step, he was free.

He had nothing but his goal.
And he reached it.

And here? Balls, gossip,
receptions, vanity, triviality!

The enchanted 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 a name or fortune.

But for now I am free,
and I am happy. Only...

I haven't any idea what I am to do.
I wanted to consult with you.

I am fond of you because

you are the only really live
person in our society.

Choose what you will,
guards or diplomacy,

you'll be alright.

The only advice I have is,
stop frequenting the Kuragins.

All that drinking, debauchery,

- it's not for you.
- You know what?

I've been thinking about that too,
seriously!

It keeps one from pondering,

making decisions.

One's head aches.
One has no money.

He invited me tonight
but I won't go.

Give me your word you'll stop going.

On my word.

Pierre, my friend, you're here!

Take it right out,
or they'll think I'm holding on.

Now you, strongman!

Listen, all!

I'll pay 100 imperials to
anybody who does it.

Do you hear?

Attention!

It's utter foolishess!

He'll fall to his death!

Leave him!

He'll fall if he's startled.

If anyone comes meddling again,
I'll throw him down there. Now then!

Drained!

Gentlemen! I shall do it too.

Bring me a bottle of rum.

And without a bet! There!

Let him do it!

Climbing the stairs
makes you dizzy.

Tell them to give me the bottle!
I will do it!

Very well, I'll take your bet,
but tomorrow,

for now we go to visit
some actresses!

Come on then!
And we will take the bear with us!

Look, Prince Vasily in person!

Count Bezukhov must be very ill.

I am so sorry for the poor count.

His health is so poor,

and now this incident
with his son will kill him.

- What did Pierre do?
- Imagine this:

3 of them found a bear,
put it in their carriage,

and off they went.
The police caught them,

so they tied a policeman
to the bear, back to back,

and threw them in the river.

The bear swam around,
policeman on top!

He must have cut a fine figure!

How awful!
How can you laugh at it?

Dolokhov's been demoted,

Kuragin's father got him excused,

and Pierre's been
banished to Moscow.

I hope he won't be received here.

I refused to meet him.
I have my daughters to consider.

But it's a splendid prank, my dear.

Quite a sight.
I can just see the policeman!

Ah, Pierre.

Here she is!
My dearest's name day.

You spoil her, Ilya.

Good day, my dear.
Many congratulations.

Delightful child.

She's a veritable firecracker,
takes after me.

They're wonderful children.

What's the trouble, Sonya?

Nothing. Leave me alone.

You are all the world to me, Sonya.

I'll prove it to you.

- Please don't say such things.
- Then I won't. Forgive me.

Oh, how wonderful!

Boris!

Boris, come here.

There's something
I want to tell you.

Come here, come here!

What "something"
do you want to tell me?

Kiss this doll.

You don't want to?

Well then, come here.

Closer.

Even closer.

And me, would you like to kiss me?

Congratulations, my dear,
and to the children.

Well, you old sinner, you must find
Moscow dull. No dog hunting!

But what is one to do?

See how they grow! Soon you'll be
seeking husbands for your girls.

How are you, my little Cossack?

I know she's trouble,
but I adore her.

Ah, young man, come here.
Come on, up you get.

Come! I used to tell
your father the truth

when he was in favor,

and it's my duty to tell it to you.

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

Your father on his deathbed,
you amusing yourself,

tying a policeman
to the back of a bear!

For shame! You'd do better
to go off to the war.

Well, I suppose it's time
we went through for supper.

A declaration of war has been
issued in Saint Petersburg,

I have seen it.

Already despatched to the
Commander-in-Chief in Moscow.

Why the deuce
should we fight Bonaparte?

He has already dented
Austria's pride. Is it our turn now?

For the reason,
that the Emperor does know this.

The proverb Jerome, Jerome, do not
roam, but turn spindles at home!

is quite appropriate to us now.

We must fight
to the last drop of blood!

And we must die for our Emperor.

And then all will be well.

We must discuss it
as little as possible.

That is what we old hussars think.

Wat do you say, young hussar?

I am quite of your opinion!

We Russians must die or conquer.

That's a true hussar speaking!

What's all the noise?

Why thump the table?
Who are you angry at?

Do you really think
the French are standing before you?

I am speaking the truth!

It's all about the war.

You know, Maria Dmitrievna,
my son is going.

Four of mine are in the army
and I do not fret.

All is in the hands of God.

One may die in one's bed,
or be spared in battle.

That's true.

Do you know I have sent for Pierre?

The count pointed to his portrait
and asked for him.

I pray for only one thing,
my cousin:

that God forgive him his sins

and allow his soul
to leave this world at peace.

Yes, of course.

But, in short, you see...

as you know, he wrote a will,

which ignores his direct heirs

and leaves
all his property to Pierre.

And what of this will?

He cannot do that,
Pierre is illegitimate.

Well, really Catiche,

you're so intelligent,
yet you don't understand!

If indeed the count wrote
to the Emperor

asking him to recognize Pierre
as his legitimate son,

then Pierre is no longer
Pierre, but Count Bezukhov.

In which case he inherits all.

Mother told me
to ask you to dance.

I fear I will mess it all up.

But if you will be my teacher...

Semyon, do you know
the Danila Coopor dance?

Look at father!

Look at father!

Look at the master,
flying like an eagle!

Let us pray to the Lord!

Lord have mercy!

Heavenly King,

gracious and all-merciful
Lord Jesus Christ,

stretch forth thy
strong and powerful hand

to thy servant Kirill.

Pour out, we beseech thee,
thy merciful love

on thy servant Kirill,
who repents of his sins.

Accept him by thy love.

To thee be glory for ever and ever.

Amen.

Lord have mercy!

Lord have mercy!

Perhaps the count
did not ask for me.

My friend, believe me.
I suffer no less than you. Be a man.

The limits of human life are fixed,
and may not be overpassed.

There has never been a case
of surviving a third stroke.

He looked so well!
Who is to inherit his fortune?

It von't go begging.

Do not despair, my friend.

He has sent for you.
That is well.

Perhaps a drink?

Pierre,

shall I call Prince Vasily?

They want to be turned over.

Woe is me, a sinner,
woe is me, accursed one,

For I stretch out
my hand to my friend,

and tears stream from my eyes,

but no one takes pity on me.

Weep for me,
mourn for me, brethren;

for without mercy,
my soul is leaving my body.

Let go!

I will take responsibility.
You don't know what to do.

- Vile woman!
- Let go!

What are you doing?!
He is dying and you leave me alone!

This is what you have been awaiting!
Now you may be glad!

Ah, my friend.

How often we sin!
How much we deceive!

And for what purpose?

I am near sixty, my friend.

All will end in death. All!

Death is awful.

Pierre...

He is no more.

Come, I will go with you.

You must try to weep.
Nothing gives such relief as tears.

God will support you.

You are young and now, I trust,

in command of an immense fortune.

General in Chief,
Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky

whom society nicknamed
the "King of Prussia",

had been exiled to the country
in the reign of Paul.

Ever since, he lived in his
estate Bald Hills

with his daughter, Princess Maria.

You are well? Then sit.

For tomorrow...
Wait, there's a letter for you.

- From Eloise?
- Yes, from her.

I will let two more letters pass,
and read the third.

I'm afraid you write
much nonsense. I'll read the third.

- Do read this one, Father.
- The third, I said. The third.

Well, madam...

These triangles are similar.

Please note that
the angle ABC of a triangle...

The strict routine

of life in this house

was not to be violated
even by today's departure

of the old
prince's son to the war.

It is all so recognizably
typical of him here.

What a very wise man
your father is.

Perhaps that is why
I fear him so.

Sit down.

Sit down, Mikhail.

You must take long walks.
Walk as much as possible.

Against your will,
He will save and have mercy on you

and bring you to Him.

For in Him alone is
truth and peace.

Please, Andrei, for my sake.

- Leaving?
- I've come to say goodbye.

Kiss me here.

Thank you, son, thank you.

Why should you thank me?

For not hanging back,

not clinging to your wife's
petticoats,

for putting service first.
That is what I thank you for.

If there is anything
you wish to say,

speak up.

I'm ashamed to be making
my wife your responsibility.

Nonsense. Say what it is you want.

When her confinement comes,
send to Moscow for a midwife.

I know none can help if nature fails,

I know that only
one in a million goes wrong,

but it is our fancy.

She has been told things,
has had a dream, and is afraid.

I'll do it.

- Things are bad, eh?
- What is bad, Father?

- Your wife.
- I don't understand.

It can't be helped, lad.
All women are alike,

and there's no un-marrying.

Have no fear, I will tell nobody.
You know it, yourself.

Can't be helped, she's pretty!

I'll do it,
you need not worry.

Give this letter to Kutuzov.

I write that he make
proper use of you,

and not keep you an adjutant long.
It's a bad post.

Tell him I remember
and like him.

Write and tell me
how he receives you.

If he is alright, serve him well.

Prince Bolkonsky's son
shall not serve anyone as a favor.

And now come here.

I shall probably die before you do.

Remember, here are my memoirs.

Give them to the Emperor when I die.

Here is a bond and a letter,
a premium for the man

who writes the history
of Suvorov's campaigns.

Send them to the Academy.

These are my observations.

Read them when I am gone,
you will find them useful.

I shall do all you ask, Father.

And now - farewell.

Remember one thing,
Prince Andrei.

If you are killed, your old father
will be very hurt.

But if I hear you have
behaved in a way

unworthy of Bolkonsky's son,
I will be ashamed!

There was no need
of saying that to me, Father.

I also wanted to ask you...

if I am killed and if I have a son,

do not let him be taken from you.

Let him grow up
under your roof. Please.

Not his mother's?

Well, we've said our
farewells. Go now.

Go!

The 50,000-strong Russian
Army commanded by Kutuzov

entered Austria so as to join
forces

with the Austrian Army
under General Mack.

Together they were to move
against Napoleon.

They say Kutuzov
is blind of one eye!

And so he is, quite blind!

He's sharper-eyed than you, friend!

Boots, leg bands, he noticed it all.

When he looked at my feet,
"Well!" thinks I...

Looks as if we'll be going
5 versts more on an empty belly.

That was something,
when the Germans

gave us lifts in their carriages.

Back there it was all Poles,
under our crown,

here they're all Germans.

Singers, forward!

Oh, porch, my porch,
My porch so new,

My porch so new,
Latticed, made of maple,

I am not allowed
To go along the porch,

I am not allowed
To hold my dear friend's hand,

A young girl came out of a new gate,

New, latticed, made of oak,

She released a falcon
From her right sleeve:

Fly, my falcon, high and far away!

Fly, fly, falcon, high and far away!

And high and far away
To my native land,

To my native land!

Good morning.

Long live the Austrians!
Long live the Russians!

Long live the whole world!

Well, Prince?

I'm to detail our lack of advance.

And why is it? Any news from Mack?

No.

If it were true
that he has been beaten,

- news would have come.
- No doubt.

The 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 so glum?
- Nothing to be cheery about.

They're coming.

Make way, make way!

Congratulations!
General Mack has arrived.

Well and sound except
for a little bruise here.

If you, sir, must play a buffoon

I cannot prevent you doing so.

But I warn you,
if you dare attempt such buffoonery

in my presence another time

I will teach you manners.

I merely greeted...

I am not joking!
Hold your tongue!

What's the matter, old fellow?

Are we officers serving our Tsar
and country, rejoicing and grieving

at our successes and failures?
Or lackeys

who care nothing
for our masters' affairs?

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

and you find it funny!

Only little boys
amuse themselves thus!

Delightful how one can always
tell a Gascon! So how did it happen?

Three of them set off,
and took the bridge.

The French army crossed it,
and are on this side of the Danube.

If the French army has taken
the Tabor bridge,

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

That's just it.

Wait a little,

I have something
in view for you tonight.

Isn't she exquisite?

Happy will be the man who wins her.

With her, even an
unworldly man will occupy

a most brilliant position in society.

- I only wanted to know your opinion.
- Yes, yes, lovely.

Well, goodbye, Prince.

May Christ be with you.

My blessing in your great endeavour.

- Get in with me.
- Your Excellency,

I wish to be of use here.

Allow me to join Prince Bagration.

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

I too am in need.

There is still much before us,
much of everything.

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

I shall thank God.

That is why I beg to be assigned.

With 4,000 hungry and exhausted men

Bagration was to forestall
the entire enemy army for 24 hours.

This was the time Kutuzov needed

to move his baggage-laden army

and escape an encounter

with a French army
three times its size.

Now, what does this mean, gentlemen?
You mustn't leave your posts.

Now you, Captain.

Aren't you ashamed, Tushin?

An artillery man should set
an example, yet you're without boots.

The alarm sounds,
and you're without boots.

A fine sight you'll make.

Kindly head to your posts, gentlemen!

The soldiers say
you can run faster without boots!

To your posts!

Ever nearer drew that
solemn moment

for which they had endured

such deprivation and labor,

for which the soldiers had
undergone 15 years of drilling,

for which homes and families
had been left behind,

for which peasants
were made into soldiers,

for which 80,000 men
lived in the field

without wives, mothers
or children,

and without taking
any part in civil life.

They lived on
and moved across foreign soil,

along the roads,
through the fields and forests,

with no regard for
the customary conveniences

of ordinary human existence.

For all these men,
roads had ceased to be the way

to their families,
to work or enjoyment,

but to a flanking maneuver
or an attack.

Houses were not homes,
but seats of ambush.

Men were not brothers,

but tools,
and the inevitable victims of death.

No, my dear fellow.

I am saying,
that if only we could know

what awaits us after death,

then...

none of us would be afraid to die.

That's what, my dear fellow.

Afraid or not,
you can't escape it anyhow.

And still, one is afraid.

Oh, you educated types!

You artillery men are so wise

because you can carry everything with
you, even vodka and refreshments!

And still, one is afraid.

It's the unknown

one is afraid of, that's what.

Whatever they say about
the soul going to heaven,

we know there is no heaven,

only the atmosphere.

Here, give me a nip
of your herbal vodka, Tushin.

Herbal vodka? Certainly!

But still,

to fathom the concept
of the afterlife...

It has begun! Here it goes!

It has begun! Here it goes!
Fearful and thrilling!

It has begun! Here it goes!

It has begun! Here it goes!

Another two points up.
Let 'em have it, Medvedev!

Schongrabern's on fire!

Take it, boys!

I beg you to draw back,
Your Excellency.

For God's sake, Your Excellency!

There, you see?

The French.

They march beautifully.

Left, left.

Left, left.

Left, left.

Close ranks!

Battalion, halt!

Off with your knapsacks!

Forward, with God!

Hurrah!

What's happening? I'm not moving,
I've been killed.

Men... They'll help me.

Who are they?
Can they be French?

God our Lord,
who is in heaven,

save me, forgive and protect me.

Can they be coming for me?
What for?

To kill me? Perhaps.

Me, whom everybody
is so fond of?

No, there's some mistake.
Surely they don't want to kill me!

Tushin's battery had been forgotten.

The covering troops attached
to the guns had gone.

From all the shooting,
the enemy could not imagine

there were only 4 undefended guns.

On the contrary, they were sure
that the main Russian forces

were concentrated in this spot.

- Gentlemen! All retreat!
- All retreat!

What, Your Honor?

Nothing... only a shell.

Crush them!

Don't let me down,
my beauty!

She's breathing again!

Captain Tushin!

Captain!

Have you lost your mind?!

Twice you have been
ordered to retreat!

Well, I... don't...

Retreat! All retreat!

Two trophies, Your Excellency!

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

Alright, alright.

I'm Dolokhov, who was demoted.

A bayonet wound.
Yet I remained at the front.

Remember it, Your Excellency.

Captain Tushin, you have been
ordered to retreat.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, dear old fellow.

Goodbye.

I've hurt my arm,
Captain, for God's sake.

I can't walk. Please, order them
to give me a seat.

We'll get you a seat.

Lay a cloak for him to sit 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's sake!

So many men maimed in but a day.

So very many.

The General has sent for
you, Your Honor.

They're in the hut.

I wish to thank you, gentlemen.

But how is it that
guns were abandoned?

I do not know, Your Excellency.

I had no men left.

You might have taken some
from the covering troops.

Tushin did not mention

that there were no covering troops,
though that was perfectly true.

He was afraid of getting some
other officer into trouble.

Your Excellency,

you were pleased
to send me to Tushin's battery.

I found two thirds
of the men and horses killed.

2 guns were smashed and
there were no covering troops.

If I may venture my opinion,

we owe today's success

primarily to
the action of that battery

and the heroic endurance
of Captain Tushin and his men.

Captain Tushin,

you may go.

Thank you, dear fellow.
You saved me.

Many thanks.

At yesterday's meeting of
the Imperial Council

Sergei Kuzmich, our new
Governor General,

read an edict sent by
the Emperor from the army.

It began thus:

Sergei Kuzmich! From all sides

reports reach me...

The poor count couldn't
read 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 tried
to read it,

but as soon as he got to
"Sergei" he sobbed.

Kuzmich brought tears.

And "From all sides"
was drowned in sobs.

His handkerchief came out, and
"Sergei Kuzmich! From all sides..."

It is time I understood her,

comprehended what she really is.

Was I mistaken before
or am I mistaken now?

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

Are you satisfied with the party?

This name day has been
one of the pleasantest I've ever had.

It is already rather late, I...

Well, my dear Hélène?

Sergei Kuzmich! From all sides...

It is a most brilliant match,
but happiness, my dear...

Marriages are made in heaven.

Sergei Kuzmich...

What was the point of that anecdote?

I missed it.

As did I.

Go see what they are doing, Aline.

Still the same.

Praise the Lord.
My wife has told 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.

God bless you.

My dear child! God bless you.

Hélène...

Take off those...
what are they called?

It's too late now,
it's done.

Besides, I love her.

Contemporaries called
the Battle of Austerlitz

the "Battle of the Three Emperors".

The Russian and Austrian
emperors reviewed

the allied troops.

What shall we do
if Napoleon attacks?

It is unlikely that he will.

Gentlemen,
the disposition for tomorrow...

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

cannot be changed.

You have heard it.
We will all 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, at last,

I shall have to show all I can do.

Sir, what outcome do you expect
of tomorrow's battle?

I think we shall lose the battle.

I told Count Tolstoy as much,

and asked him to inform
the Emperor.

On the ground! In formation!

I want glory,
I want to be known to men

and loved by them.

Am I to be blamed for wanting that,
nothing but that? I live for that.

Yes, for that alone!

I shall never tell anyone,
but oh God, what am I to do?

Death, wounds, the loss
of my family: I fear nothing!

I would give it all for a moment
of glory, of triumph over men,

for the love of people
I do not, and will never, know.

And should there be nothing left,

but to die?

Well, if I must,

I will do it no worse than others.

All is done, Your Excellency.

Oh my, what are they doing?

Long live Your Excellency!

Attention!

Why don't you begin, Kutuzov?

I am waiting, Your Majesty.

Waiting, Your Majesty.

Not all the columns
have drawn up yet, Your Majesty.

Kutuzov,
we're not on the parade fields,

where parades do not begin
until all regiments arrive.

I do not begin, Majesty, precisely
because this is neither a parade

nor a parade field.

However,
if Your Majesty commands it...

By 5 o'clock in the evening

the battle was lost

on all fronts.

- It's the enemy!
- No!

But look!

- Brothers, all is lost!
- Stay where you are!

Are you wounded?

The wound is not here, it is there!

Stop them!

Bolkonsky, what is happening?

Forward, lads!

How calm...

and quiet.

How solemn!

How different from all the
running, shouting, and fighting.

How is it I did not see
that lofty sky before?

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

Yes! All is vanity,

all is false,
except that endless sky.

There is nothing, nothing but that.

And even it does not exist.

There is nothing

but quiet and peace.

Thank God for that.

A glorious death.

END OF PART ONE

Restored by:

Igor Bogdasarov, Victor Tamazin
Aleksey Senkovsky, Irina Agafonova

Restoration Producer:
Karen Shakhnazarov

© Mosfilm Cinema Concern, 2017