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🎵Symphony No.

9 in A minor, Op.

67, No.

1🎵 🎵Symphony No.

9 in A minor, Op.

67, No.

1🎵 🎵Symphony No.

9 in A minor, Op.

67, No.

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You might at least stop working for a moment.

I'm quite capable of doing more than one thing at a time.

You may continue with what you were saying.

I've said it all.

Then that's the end of it, then.

But you haven't told me what you think about the marriage.

What difference does it make what I think?

You don't need my consent, and I'm sure you don't want my advice.

I don't need your consent, Father, but naturally I'd rather not marry without it.

If I don't give it, will you marry her all the same?

Yes.

Well, then what are we talking about?

I'd like you to unbend a little, that's all.

I'd like you to see things from my point of view.

I don't need to.

You don't need to, but couldn't you try?

You don't know the girl.

I know the Father Count Rostov, a bumbling fool.

I don't agree.

I think they're charming people.

Provincials.

Well, I thought the same at first.

But when I got to know them better, I liked them.

Well, you may like whom you please, so may I.

What would you have me do?

Well, can't you learn from experience?

Yes, I can learn to live a little better.

But that doesn't mean that I have to live alone.

Because I repeat the same action, it doesn't mean to say I repeat the same mistake.

Well?

Wait till I'm dead.

That won't be long.

I see no reason to wait until you're dead.

In any way, that'll be a long time off.

I see no reason to wait at all.

Well, as I said, you're free to do as you like.

But I don't want to do it like that.

Filling your antagonism the whole time.

I want to feel I can bring her home in an atmosphere

of goodwill, not resentment and bickering.

She's not what you'd call a brilliant match, is she?

What do I care about that?

And your son?

You have a son, you may recall.

Looked after here by your sister.

Will you hand him over to a chit of a girl not yet 18?

And you?

You're nearly 15 years older than she and not in the best of health.

Do you think that makes no difference?

You say you want my consent or at least my cooperation.

I prefer it, naturally.

Very well, then.

Here it is.

I believe you're making a mistake.

But perhaps I'm wrong.

All I ask is that you put it off for a year.

You're not well.

Go abroad.

Go south and take a cure.

Then, if you still feel the same when you come back, marry.

You're hoping that my feelings won't stand the test of time.

Oh, that I'll be dead before the year is up, then there'll be no obstacle at all.

But if I'm still here, do you still wish to marry?

You'll have my consent.

Mama, he's here.

It's him, Prince Andre.

Where is he?

He's coming up.

It's unbearable.

I just don't want to be told.

It's been some time since we had the pleasure.

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

I had something important to talk over with him.

Oh, please.

Please don't feel the need to apologize.

I should be very glad if I could have a few words with you, Countess.

Oh, yes, of course.

Go, Natasha.

I'll send for you.

Won't you sit down?

I've come to ask for your daughter's hand.

I see.

That sounds a little abrupt, but I'm sure you're not entirely unprepared.

You must have seen how I felt about her.

Yes.

Well, then?

Your offer is agreeable to us, I accept.

Thank you.

I'm happy, and my husband too, I'm sure, when he hears, will be agreeable.

But it must rest with her.

Of course.

May I speak to her?

Tell her?

Yes, of course.

I'll fetch her.

Thank you.

Well, there is one thing.

My husband will give his consent, I'm sure, but...

your father?

He has stipulated that the wedding should be postponed for a year.

That's all.

That's a long time.

She's very young.

True.

But that can make it harder, you know.

What can I do?

I'll send her to you.

Thank you.

It's Mama.

She's coming.

Soon it will be all over.

To know one way or another, this minute...

my fate has been decided.

Mama!

Go to him.

He asks for your hand.

Has she told you?

Yes.

I've loved you from the first moment I saw you.

Do you love me?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Oh...

I'm so happy.

Oh, I'm so happy.

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

I'm so glad you came back.

You're so young, so little experience of life.

I'm afraid for you.

Oh, it won't matter.

Really, it won't.

You'll see.

No, but you must have time.

Time to be sure.

I am sure.

I want you.

I shall always want you.

But you must be certain...

if after a while you discover that you no

longer love me or that you love someone else.

Oh, how can you say that?

You knew I love you...

from the first day you came to our house at a Trotney.

In a year, you'll know yourself even better.

In a year?

What do you mean?

A year for what?

The wedding must wait for a year...

so that you can be sure what you feel is a true feeling.

You're very young.

I don't want you to make a mistake.

But I can't wait a year!

Oh, please!

Must we?

Yes.

It's better.

It's awful!

Well...

I shall die if I have to wait a year!

No, I'll do anything.

I'm so happy.

We must keep the engagement a secret.

Yes.

In a year, I shall ask you to make me happy.

Yes.

I wish it could be now, but... Natalie, there's something I want to tell you.

She has said yes.

I am very happy.

God bless you both!

Wonderful!

Oh, wonderful!

My darling!

You've made us all very happy.

I've told her that we must wait a year and she agrees.

I'm not happy about that, but what can I do?

She'll survive a year.

We'll see to that.

There's something else that I haven't told any of you.

Natasha... I'm not well.

I seem not to have recovered properly from the war.

I must go abroad for a while, to a clinic.

But I want it clearly understood that while I regard myself as bound,

Natalie's entirely free to change her mind.

But we couldn't accept such an arrangement.

It's unfair to you.

No, I'd like her to have that chance.

I shall be away most of the year.

But that'll be good for you.

It'll give you time to think, to reconsider.

Well, it's unusual, but if that is how you want it, we shall agree.

Thank you.

And now I must go out for an hour or two.

But with your permission, I'll join you for dinner this evening.

Of course, it's our pleasure.

When will you be traveling abroad?

In about a week's time.

Then please consider this your home until then.

Thank you.

Natalie... Until this evening.

Countess... Let me see you out.

Mama...

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Not long returned from a trip abroad, visiting

the Masonic lodges of various countries.

I went because I had become dissatisfied with the way our

own was being conducted and thought I might learn something.

I learned some things and tried to put them into practice in our own lodge,

but met considerable opposition.

Somehow Freemasonry has proved a disappointment to me.

The sense of purpose I thought it would give my life has not really been in evidence.

But this must be a fault in me.

I must strive harder towards a state of inner purification.

Meanwhile, my life drifts on.

October the 24th, 1810.

My wife, who lives in a separate set of rooms in this

great house, continues to be the most sought-after hostess.

She entertains regularly and all the important

figures of our time pass through her salon.

It is incredible.

She says the most commonplace things and everyone

discovers the profoundest meaning in them.

What is the matter with the world?

I am regarded as the very husband for this brilliant society woman.

I get in no one's way and provide just the right eccentric background for her.

I usually put in an appearance for half an hour or so and then leave.

Boris Dubretsky is there a great deal.

Though he is always polite, there is something about him I don't like.

October the 28th.

I agreed to act as initiator for him into the Masonic Lodge.

I didn't want to, but it was hard to refuse.

He has no belief in anything or desire to find the truth, but sees Freemasonry as an

opportunity to get to know the right people.

I met Dollehoff on the street yesterday and instantly my mind

plunged back to that disgraceful duel four years ago and...

then for some reason began thinking of Natasha Rostova.

I know now that I love her.

What a fool I was.

I never realised.

Anyway, she looks on me as a friend, no more.

She always laughs when she is with me, as if I amuse her, but in a nice way.

Well, all that is hopeless.

I can never tell anyone, least of all her.

She is now betrothed to André.

How strange that it should all have happened like that.

André has been away already for three months.

Time passes with bewildering speed.

Before one can turn round, they'll be married with children.

Oh well, life must go on.

Life must go on.

And what about Denisov?

Has he really left?

No.

They gave him command of a regiment.

And here's something you don't know.

They gave me his squadron.

Nikolai!

Squadron commander?

Nothing will stop him.

Nothing.

You really love the army.

It's my life, Mama.

I can't get over it.

You look so different.

Older.

He looks older and more dignified.

Well, he has more responsibilities.

Squadron commander.

Oh!

We saw Boris in Petersburg.

We hadn't seen him for years, had we, Mama?

No.

He's doing very well, it seems.

He accompanied the Tsar's staff to Prussia.

How are things, Father?

Not too good, I hear.

Oh, well managed.

I've given up being Marshal to the nobility.

Such an expense, you know.

You haven't sold any of the horses, I hope.

Oh, would I do that without consulting you?

No, no.

There's still 50 in the stable and dogs.

How long are you staying, Nikolai?

I don't know.

Christmas.

Maybe even longer.

Oh, that's great.

You'll be able to do lots of riding.

It's so wonderful to be home.

It'll be like old times, won't it, Mama?

Yes.

What about Petya?

What about this young man, then, eh?

Don't!

Oh, stop moaning.

How would you like it if he messed your hair up?

All he does is comb his hair all day.

He'll have a girlfriend.

Well, my children, my boy is tired after his long journey.

I think it's time we all went to bed.

You go ahead.

I want a little talk with Nikolai.

Oh, not in five minutes?

Secret conversations already?

I want a little word, that's all.

Without all of you interfering.

Can't I have a little word with my son?

Go on, Petya.

It's much too late for you.

I know.

I'm going.

Goodnight, Nikolai.

Night, Petya.

I'll wake you early in the morning.

Yes, not too early.

You soldier.

Come.

Sit down.

So, you came home.

Yes.

You're a good boy.

I don't exactly know what I can do.

Well, it'll be nice to have you home for a while.

Are things really bad?

Quite bad.

We may have to sell the house in Moscow.

No.

It's been in the family for years.

Well, would it be such a loss?

What do we want with such a large place?

Vera's married.

Natasha soon will be.

What do you think of that?

I don't think it's such an honor to be related to the Bolkonskys.

If he were here himself, I'd tell him so.

But why isn't he?

Oh, I told you why.

It doesn't make sense.

Gets engaged and then goes off for a year.

The old prince wanted it.

I don't like it.

Nor I much.

Natasha isn't happy.

Yes, I can see.

Sometimes I think she'll burst.

She's not the girl to stand the waiting.

She gets depressed.

She feels she's wasting herself.

That's another reason I wanted you home.

You'll help her.

Does he write?

Oh, yes, regularly.

He's a good man, Nikolai.

Yes, well, it's none of my business.

Do you know who we saw in Petersburg?

Julie Karagina.

You remember her?

Yes, of course.

She's a fine young woman now.

So much so that Boris was paying quite a lot of attention to her.

Whatever for?

She's very sought after.

Since her brother died, she's inherited vast estates.

I was amazed at how nice her mother was.

We had a long talk.

We write to each other now.

She was always fond of you.

Really?

As a matter of fact, I had a letter from her yesterday saying you should go to

Moscow while you were on leave and stay a few days with them.

Mama?

Are you telling me that I should marry Julie Karagina?

Of course not.

Well, certainly not if you didn't like her.

But I must love the girl I marry.

You wouldn't want me to sacrifice my feelings just for the sake of money, would you?

Nikolai, you're misunderstanding me deliberately.

Mama, please, don't cry.

You know I'd do anything for you.

I'd sacrifice my life.

I don't want you to sacrifice anything.

Don't let's talk about it.

Please, now go on.

Well, I'm only saying that no harm could come of your meeting her again.

You might like her.

She's a charming girl.

Well, who knows?

Yes, all right.

I'll think about it.

Well, that's all I wanted.

Goodness, sacrifice.

Who's talking about sacrifice?

Come, time for bed.

You must be tired.

I'll thrash you like a dog.

I beg you, listen to me, master.

It's all a mistake.

Listen to you?

We've listened to you enough.

You're not even with my father now.

Master, I assure you... Assure me nothing.

You rogue.

I'll have the hide of...

What's this?

What's happening?

I'm going to thrash him.

Thrash him?

Nikolai... I've just been looking at the books.

He's cheating us.

The young master doesn't understand.

Understand you?

I understand you.

You rogue.

Nikolai, please, calm yourself.

700 roubles in rent he received last month.

Where are they?

They haven't been entered up.

It's all a matter of bookkeeping.

Bookkeeping?

I'll give you bookkeeping.

Rent-keeping, that's what it is.

He's keeping the rents for himself.

Never.

I swear it on my life.

Well, where are they, then?

They're not here.

You don't understand, young master.

This is the cash book.

It's your doomsday book, that's what it is.

Can't you please explain to the young master that rents aren't entered into the

cash book until the last day of the quarter.

That's right.

Well, why not?

What check have we got?

They go into a notebook first.

What notebook?

A daybook.

Well, where is it?

In the lodge.

Well, why didn't you show it to me?

There couldn't be a chance, master.

He's right, Nicolai.

They go into the cash book first and then they're entered.

Well, it's a damn silly system.

The system was invented before you were born, master.

Then it's time, Nicolai!

I feel this is something we can talk about more calmly.

All right.

Where is this rent book?

On the shelf in the lodge where it always is.

It ought to be insolent to be you rogue-eyed

thrashmen in the army for less than that.

No offence, master.

The book is in the lodge if you'd ask for it.

I'm asking for it now!

Go and get it!

Yes, master.

And don't go entering anything up till I see it.

I'll know if you have.

Oh, Nicolai, all that fuss for nothing.

You would have thrashed him.

Well, it wouldn't do him any harm to be thrashed for nothing.

Keep him in his place.

I know the rogue's cheating us.

Oh, Nicolai, he's been with us for years.

I'm sure he's honest.

I'm just as sure he's not.

Otherwise, why are we in such a financial mess?

We have a lot of expenses.

All right, father.

I'm quite willing to admit I know nothing about estate management.

I'm a soldier.

That's all.

In future, I will... No, no, no, no.

Dear boy, listen to me.

I want you to take charge of things.

No, father.

I'll leave it to you.

We'll manage together.

Here is something I want you to see.

It's a promissory note from Anna Mikhailovna for 2,000 roubles.

Now, what am I to do with that?

How old is it?

Five years.

You want my advice?

Of course.

Well, this is what I think.

I don't like Anna Mikhailovna, and I don't like her son Boris.

But they were our friends, and they're poor.

This is what I do.

Oh, my dear boy.

That's exactly what I would have done.

I'd better have a word with Mitenka.

You may be a little upset.

Perhaps I ought to examine the books, too.

Where have you been?

Riding.

Why didn't you take me?

I didn't think you'd want to go.

You might have asked.

Well, I will next time, but you'll have to be up early.

That's pretty.

It's a tablecloth for the table in your room.

I started it when you came home.

It's almost finished.

I'll take it with me when I get back.

Are you enjoying your leave?

Yes.

It's wonderful to be home.

Time goes so quickly.

Christmas will be here soon.

Before we know where we are, I'll be off again.

We shall miss you, shan't we?

Yes.

It's nice having you home.

Makes it feel more like old times.

I wish one didn't have to grow up.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Do you ever get the feeling that there's nothing left to happen?

As if everything nice is already in the past.

Yes.

I get that feeling sometimes.

As if everything's going all right.

And everyone's in high spirits.

Quite suddenly you feel sick of it all.

As if there's nothing left but to die.

I wonder why that is.

I feel it too.

Do you both remember the time I was punished on account of those plums?

You were dancing while I sat sobbing in the schoolroom.

And I hadn't done anything, that was the point.

Yes, I remember.

It was awful.

I think I cried afterwards too.

And Nicky tried to give you his wooden doll.

Yes.

Weren't we ridiculous?

Isn't it funny how strange one feels when you look back?

Do you remember how once in the Moscow house Papa called us into the study?

It was all dark and standing in the middle of the room was... There was a negro!

To this day I thought I only dreamt that.

I've often asked Papa about it.

But he always swears there never was a negro.

No, he was there.

He had grey hair, white teeth.

And he stood there staring at us.

That's right.

Do you remember, Sonia?

Yes, I think I... No, just before you came to live in the house.

I can remember the day Sonia arrived.

Oh, so can I.

I was terribly afraid of you.

Whatever for?

I don't know.

I think it was because you wore braid on your jacket.

And my nurse said that I'd be sewn up with braid too.

I kept asking everyone where you came from and

they all said you'd been born under a cabbage.

I thought it was true for years.

I wonder if we'll ever grow away from each other.

Why should we?

Aren't we beginning to do that a little already?

You with Bolkonski, me in the army.

Wandering about like a restless spirit.

What do you want?

Him.

I want him.

This minute.

Oh, Mama, don't look at me.

Don't look or I shall cry.

Come here.

Come and sit by me.

Oh, Mama, I must have him.

Get him for me.

I can't stand him any longer.

I'm being wasted.

Wasted.

The Mamas are here.

The Mamas.

And Nicolai and Sonia.

Idiot.

Hey, you.

Don't stand there.

Take him to the gully.

Give that fruit jelly to that Turk.

Turkish love for big-spooned chili.

And give it to your mother.

That's not my mother.

Insolence.

That's my wife.

Gypsy, Gypsy, tell me my fault.

Too much, isn't it?

Please, grasshoppers and dragonflies.

Oh, it's the same.

If you want something different, young lady, it must be told in a barn.

An empty barn.

Oh, it's much too cold.

Perhaps someone's watching in the barn.

It depends what one hears.

If one hears the noise of hammering or tapping, that's bad.

But the noise of shifting grain, that's good.

But it's dark in the barn.

I'll go.

If you're not afraid.

Oh, what's there to be afraid of?

A third day of Christmas, an empty barn and a shooting star seen last night.

Oh, I wouldn't go myself.

I don't think anyone should go.

I'll go.

I'm not afraid.

Very well.

Go to the barn, stand still and listen.

Take care, Sofia.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Help!

Help!

He's here!

Help!

Help!

Dammit!

We've lost the scent.

It isn't my fault.

No, old sicko!

She'll blow our rations fast!

Escort!

It's uncle.

Good morning, uncle.

I thought it was you.

Heard you were back from the army.

I see you got the little conscious with you.

Hello, uncle.

Hi, I saw you.

Well, I couldn't hardly help myself, could I?

We were chasing a she-wolf, but we lost her.

They won't wear out, I reckon.

Shall we join forces?

Why not?

We won't get in the way, uncle.

You better hadn't, or you'll be sent packing.

Come on!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hurry!

Hurry!

She lent us a real dance, that one.

We've come a long way.

You'd better come back to my place for supper.

Good.

Good.

Toss her up, lads.

We'll feed her to the dogs.

Come on, then.

Come on.

I bought him a good balalaika.

I'm fond of it.

He plays very well.

He plays beautifully.

Tell him to go on.

He'll play again.

Anitia, bring me the guitar.

So, you see how I'm finishing my days.

Not a bad way to end them, eh?

You should come over and see us more.

Well, I don't feel much like visiting.

Hunting?

Ah, now that's something different.

So, then, niece, let's see what you can do.

One, two,

three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Where, my precious, did you learn to dance like that?

Not from that family of yours.

Not from any teacher.

You're a child of the steps.

A real child of the steps.

What a darling uncle is.

Yes.

Are you sure you're not cold?

Oh, I feel so happy.

Shall I tell you something?

I've made up my mind about Sonia.

I'm going to marry her.

Have you told her?

No, not yet.

Oh, I'm so happy.

I'm so glad.

Do you know?

I don't think I shall ever again be as happy and at peace as I am now.

I don't care about that.

I intend to marry her.

You're heartless.

Heartless!

I'm not heartless.

It's you that's heartless!

I love Sonia and I intend to marry her!

You've got no right to talk to me!

It's through your mismanagement that she's forced me into a marriage just for money!

Such is the gratitude children have.

Well, you may do as you please, but so shall I.

I'm telling you now, I shall never receive that

scheming creature into my house as a daughter.

Scheming what?

Scheming what?!

If you push me into a marriage without Julie Carragherna,

I shall leave this house and never come back again.

Do you understand me?

Never!

Never!

Nicky, you don't know what you're saying.

I know what she's saying to me!

Nicky, will you be quiet?

Just leave the room, Nicky.

Go away, please.

Oh, Mama, please!

He's upset, that's all.

I'll talk to him.

Oh, Mama, please don't cry.

Mama, please!

Mama, please don't cry.

I love you, Mama.