All language subtitles for war-and-peace-1956_

As the 19th century began, a darkening
shadow moved across the face of Europe.

This shadow was propelled by the voice
of one man, Napoleon Bonaparte. Only

Russia and England offered impressive
resistance.

Over Russia, the weather was clear, the
sun was shining, Napoleon was a thousand

miles away, and the streets of Moscow
were excellent for parades.

Splendid sights, splendid men, eh,
Pierre?

For parades.

Huh? What do you mean by that?

Remember, I've seen the French march,
too.

Oh, don't tell me they march better than
that.

Led by the greatest man in Europe.

Bonaparte? Bonaparte.

A usurper, a murderer, a deposer of
peace. A colossus.

A fresh wind, a cleansing force.

What does your father say when he hears
you say things like that?

You don't talk about things like that,
my father and I.

How is he?

The doctors say he will die at any
moment.

Have you been to see him?

I'm waiting to be asked.

In heaven, all things will be arranged.

I believe that's the rumor.

Remember, Pierre, this is your home when
you want it to be, and the Rostovs are

your family when you want them to be.

I smoke too much.

Isn't it lovely?

How can you bear not to go with them?

I can bear it.

If I were a man, I'd be down there,
riding a terrible black horse, waving a

sword.

We're the only people permitted to have
any fun.

What is it, Natasha?

Those handsome young men marching away
to fight.

Don't be frightened.

Come on.

Nicola!

No! What's this?

You look so dazzling in your uniform.

And you're going so far away.

Austria is miles at the top of the... on
the map.

That brute Napoleon.

The Austrians make the most beautiful
bracelets.

I'll bring you back one.

Nicholas, two.

They're wearing them in pair.

Two.

Yeah, you remember our cousin, Sonia.

Come to stay with us. Of course,
although she was considerably younger

time I saw her. Well, girls grow up here
very fast.

Doesn't he look glorious?

Thoughtful of Mama and Papa to have such
handsome children.

How much did you give us? Don't be
modest.

Now, attention.

Ensign Count Nicholas Rostov, I decorate
you with the order of absolutely

everything.

I don't think you ought to laugh at her
when she makes jokes about the army like

that. Oh, well, Petra, women, you have
to humor them a little.

You do look shiny, Nicholas.

If only I was old enough.

That'll come, that'll come, Petra. Not
in time. By the time I'm old enough,

there won't be a Frenchman left to be
killed.

Don't worry, Petra. There'll always be
plenty of Frenchmen.

Good luck.

With your views on war, that's very
civil of you.

But, Minister Pierre, why don't you take
a commission?

Oh, it's so easy for you men.

All you have to do is decide to do
something and then do it.

If you were a man, what would you decide
to do?

I'd decide to become enormously
powerful.

I'd become the Tsar's most trusted
minister, and he wouldn't dare make a

without consulting me. And you would sit
at my right hand and judge the nations.

Whenever anything was complicated or
injustice was being done, the case would

laid before you and your word would be
law.

Why me?

Because your heart is pure and you're
good.

Well done, my dear. On that note, I
think I should leave.

What about you? If you did have that
power, what would you do?

I?

I would hesitate.

Now I really must go. Come again soon.

I'll walk you to the door, my lord, if
you hesitate.

Goodbye. See you soon. Come soon again.

You will come again soon, won't you?

Mama and Papa don't show it, but they're
going to be awfully lonely when

Nicholas is gone.

And they do love seeing you. Yes, of
course. Of course I'll come. I love this

house. The whole family. The whole
family?

It's not as simple as you think.

What do you mean by that?

Currents and countercurrents.

Au revoir.

Now where are you going?

Dolikov's rooms?

As a matter of fact, I am. How did you
know?

I hear things. I hear things.

Go. Go to your night of disgusting,
fascinating debauchery.

Au revoir.

You two, break this up.

Now, let's get this straight.

Fifty imperials against Prince Anatole
Coragin, that I will drink a bottle of

rum without taking it from my mouth,
balancing on the outside ledge, and I

touch the sides of the window at any
time.

You want to make it a hundred, Anatole?
Fifty is enough for you to lose.

Here, get down from...

Give me that.

Don't be crazy, Dolikov. You'll be
killed.

If you touch me again, I will throw you
down there.

And that goes for every one of you here.

Play, play. What are we paying you for?

Now then, my friend.

Remember, without taking the bottle from
your lips.

50 Imperials, Anatole. It's double.

Maybe one of us will do it.

Take the bottle from your mouth and you
must... Get down from there, Pierre.

No, let him do it.

Your father is calling for you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I suggest a little cold water first.

I'll wait for you.

It's Henry.

Is the old boy really dying this time?

The doctors are fairly certain Count
Bazookoff won't last the night.

father and sister there? Your father was
there, and the Princess Elaine was

expected, yes.

That's good. I don't have to go. The
family's well represented.

Careful, careful.

You disapprove of me?

Well... Of course you do.

You'd be wrong if you didn't.

Arriving at the deathbed of my father,
bleary -eyed, stinking of alcohol.

He disapproves, too, my father.

Well, that's fair enough.

I disapprove of many things about him.

Chiefly, I disapprove of the fact that
he didn't marry my mother.

Perhaps if I was legitimate.

I have sinned, Lord, but I have several
excellent excuses.

With all that, Andre, you still
disapprove?

You're not being worthy of yourself,
Pierre.

You're not living up to the best things
in yourself.

You must be somebody.

That's where the puzzle begins.

Be somebody. Be what?

Who am I?

Am I the next Count Bazuhov?

Lord of vast estates with a fixed
position, fixed responsibilities?

Not quite.

My father cannot quite acknowledge that
I am his son.

But he cannot quite acknowledge that I
am not his son.

I make everybody uncomfortable,
including myself.

I thought you must aim at something,
find a beginning. Oh, you're right,

right. Don't think I don't agree with
you.

Each morning I wake up, I'm disgusted
with myself with what I did the night

before.

I tell myself, today, I change.

If my headache is bad enough, I say,
Pierre, today you must take steps to

a saint.

I say, I'll drop into the club and watch
the card playing.

Just order a glass of water to prove to
myself how marvelously I resist

temptation.

When someone comes along and says, just
one vodka, Pierre.

Next morning, my headache is worse.

My pockets are emptier.

There must be something you want to do.
Of course.

I want to discover.

Discover what? Everything.

I want to discover why I know what's
right and still do what's wrong.

I want to discover what happiness is and
what value there is in suffering.

I want to discover why men go to war and
what they really say deep in their

hearts when they pray to God.

I want to discover what it is that men
and women feel when they say they love.

You see, there's enough to keep me busy.

It's hard for you to understand someone
like me, Andre. Everything is so clear

for you.

You always know exactly what you must do
and you do it. Oh, exactly.

You're different from me. You study, you
become enlightened.

I study, I become confused.

You love, you marry.

You believe, you act. There's a war, you
serve.

How wonderful it would be if I really
answered to your description of me. You

do, I tell you. Shall I show you how
wrong you are?

I know you, I'm not wrong.

Do you know why I'm going to the war?

Do you think it's because I think that
Napoleon is a monster?

Do you think that I believe that we have
any business fighting Austria's battles

2 ,000 miles from home?

Do you think that I think Russia will be
a greater nation when this war is over?

Then why are you going?

Because I'm married to one of the most
loving and honorable and attractive

in Moscow.

And I can't stand it.

Never, never marry, Pierre.

Or if you must marry, marry when you're
old and good for nothing.

or else everything that is fine and
noble in you will be lost.

You'll waste yourself on trifles.

Yes. Yes, don't look at me like that.

You talk of Bonaparte and his career.

I tell you, if Bonaparte had married
when he was young, he'd still be a half

-pay captain in Marseille, going to
dinner parties and carrying his wife's

handbag and inviting idiots to his house
because his wife wanted to be invited

to their houses.

Prince Andre.

Princess Elaine.

Didn't you tell my brother that he was
expected here?

I did.

Isn't he coming?

I believe not.

Thank you.

How is he, Prince Vasily?

His confessor is with him.

They are giving him extreme unction.

He was asking for you.

I hope you are in a proper condition to
see him this time.

Follow me.

Go ahead.

I'll wait for you here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

If you please, Monsieur Pierre, he
wishes you to kiss him goodbye.

This is for you.

Now he would like to sleep.

Yeah. So late.

Finally, at the end, he loved me.

So late.

He gave me this.

This letter is for the Tsar.

And this one's for you, Pierre.

Open it.

father wishes you to know that in the
letter to the Tsar, he begs that you be

legitimately acknowledged as his son and
the next Count Bezukhov, the sole heir

to all his estates.

Be worthy, my boy.

Be worthy of your great father.

How often we sin.

How much we deceive and for what.

All ends in death.

Kiss your cousin, Helene.

He has been reborn.

Embrace him.

Wish him well.

It's a good thing we're going back to
Moscow.

After three weeks in the country, I can
hardly keep my eyes open.

Still, it was a profitable trip, wasn't
it, Pierre?

Very profitable.

I'll see how long we have to wait. It
shouldn't be too long.

There's no hurry.

It'll give Papa a few extra winks of
sleep.

Andre.

Yeah.

Where are you going? Your father's...
Yes.

What have you been up to? Tell me all
the news. Are you alone?

No. Prince Vassilius with me.

And his daughter, too.

Oh? We made a tour of inspection of my
estates. I'd never been there before,

know. It's huge and so backward.

And now that I'm confident, Sukoff, I
feel I really must do something about

I see. That's why you went with Prince
Vasili and Elaine.

Well, Prince Vasili helps me with the
administration.

Of course.

Come say hello to Lisa. It will give her
pleasure.

She's miserable at the idea of being
stuck away in the country. Elaine is

different. She loves the country. It was
her idea entirely to come along.

I'm sure.

Children, go away.

How long do you expect to stay down
here?

Forever.

Months and months and months.

Until after the baby is born.

You know Andre's leaving tomorrow.

He thought it would be better for me to
be here with his father and sister than

alone in Moscow.

And how do you feel about it?

I dread it.

And even so you consented to bury
yourself down here.

Andre wants me to. What else is there to
do?

Oh, well, I assure you, if it were I, I
would find something else to do.

I suppose so. But we're very different,
you and I, Elaine.

Yes, indeed we are.

Have you asked her to marry you yet?

No. Are you going to?

I don't know yet.

Do you want some advice?

On any subject, Andre.

Not on this.

All right.

thought you would never come.

Oh, Lisa, you look so beautiful.

You too, Mary.

No, I'm just a little country mouse.

Andre, it isn't true what you wrote in
your letter, that you're only staying

overnight. I'm afraid it is.

Lisa, talk to him.

Make him stay.

I've tried. Mary, Lisa's very tired. I
think she'd better get some rest.

Yes? Excellency, your father heard the
coach drive up. He would like you to

present yourself immediately.

Thank you.

No, you'd better go upstairs, Lisa.

You'll see him at dinner.

Come.

Ah,

here's the warrior.

Here's the Bolkonski who's going to beat
Napoleon.

How are you, my boy? How are you?

I'm well, Father.

How is your health?

Oh, the same boy, the same.

Only fools fall ill.

You know me, busy from morning till
night.

Little to eat, less to drink, so of
course I'm well.

Thank God.

God has nothing to do with it.

Just a moment, Andre, please.

Don't refuse. What is it?

Father's father used to take it along
with him in all his wars.

If it's not too heavy, it won't break my
neck.

Andre, promise that you'll never take it
off.

Promise? Yes.

Kiss me here.

Thank you, my boy. Thank you.

Why do you thank me, Father?

For doing your duty.

For not allowing yourself to be tied to
a woman's apron strings.

The army before everything.

Thank you. Thank you.

About my wife, Father.

Your wife?

Well, go on, speak.

When her confinement is due, send her
Moscow for a doctor.

A doctor?

I know that if nature won't do its work,
no one can. But they've been telling

her things, and... She's had a dream.

She's frightened.

All right, all right.

Give this to Michael Kutuzov.

We were at school together.

He wasn't exactly a bright lad, but
never mind.

I've written to him to tell him to keep
you away from headquarters.

They're bad places.

Tell him I remember him and I admire
him.

Now, goodbye.

Remember this, Prince Andrei.

If they kill you, it will hurt me, your
old father.

But if I hear that you have not behaved
like the son of Nicholas Bolkonsky, it

will be worse.

I shall be shamed.

You needn't have said that to me,
Father.

I... I also wanted to ask you.

If I am killed and I have a son, don't
let him be taken away from you.

Let him grow up here.

With you, please.

What are you waiting for? We've said
goodbye.

Go, go.

Andre.

You're leaving already?

Don't go.

Don't leave me here.

I won't be able to stand it. I'll be so
lonely, Andre. I'll leave you in my

family's house with my father, with
Mary.

Stay until tomorrow.

Stay another day. Please, I beg you. I
can't, Lisa. You know that.

You're delighted to go.

You're delighted to get rid of me.

Oh, Andre.

Andre.

Bye, Mary.

Catch her. Go and get some smelling
salt.

this way.

You heard the lady. Stop shaking your
head.

You see, animals are much more
reasonable than people.

Mademoiselle, I wonder if I might offer
you a million roubles to paint my

portrait.

Pierre! On one condition. You must make
me look at least as good as the horse.

It's not fair to look at it before it's
finished.

Very unpromising, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

You needn't be in such a hurry to agree.

Anyway, it's not meant to be a work of
art.

Papa bought the coal to give to Nicholas
as a present when he comes back from

the war.

And I'm going to send him the picture to
show him what it's like.

Heard from Nicholas.

Mama and Papa received a letter. He
hasn't written me or Sonia.

Men forget about women immediately when
they go to war, don't they? Men don't.

Boys do.

Nicholas would be furious if he heard
you call him a boy.

He'd probably challenge you to a duel.

It's a better reason than most for
fighting a duel.

Actually, the only reason he wrote was
that he wanted some more money.

He keeps lending money to his captain,
and his captain keeps losing it as

The captain sounds a lot like Papa.

His name's Denisov.

And Nicholas says he's got mustaches out
of here, he lisps, and he's the bravest

man in the world.

Nicholas says he's having a perfectly
glorious time, and that we're bound to

the war soon.

He's beginning to feel quite sorry for
Napoleon.

What list?

I'm making a list of the greatest
pleasures human beings are capable of in

order of their importance.

I've neglected war.

What are the other pleasures in the
order of their importance?

The opera, eternal friendship,
summertime, dancing the mazurka, moving

country in the springtime and welcoming
soldiers home from the war. Have you any

suggestions?

Well, let me think.

To be able to believe in God?

To cause happiness?

To love?

Love. Look at Sonia. She's in love with
Nicholas.

And she cries every day between 8 and 9
in the morning, the full hour.

Don't you ever intend to fall in love?

Oh, 10 or 11 times, but only for
recreation.

And I'll keep changing partners like a
dance.

When I finally say I love you to any man
and really mean it, it'll be like a

defeated general who's lost all his
troops, surrendering and handing his

to his enemy.

You'll change.

The hideous thing about being young,
everybody's always telling you you'll

change.

you dining with us tonight?

I'm afraid I can't. I have a previous
engagement.

Oh? With whom?

My cousin, Princess Helena.

Oh, I'd like to be like her when I grow
up.

Of course, I'd have to fill out around
here, though.

Tall, proud, beautiful, cold and
untouchable, with regiments of men

my feet.

I'm going to marry her, Natasha.

Gently, gently.

Who's surrendering his sword, you or
she?

Be happy, dearest Pierre.

I order you to be supreme.

I'll be leaving again directly.

Wait.

I have a message for General Kutuzov,
and I must deliver it immediately.

Well, I... Oh, there's the General's
aide. You talk to him, Ensign.

Sir, I've just come from the picket
lines.

I have a message from my colonel that
must be delivered immediately to the

commander -in -chief.

His Excellency is in the middle of a
council of war. Give me the message,

deliver it to him. A verbal message.

Deliver it to me now.

My squadron is on picatuting.

This evening we saw the French put out
their fires and we heard sounds in their

camp. The enemy's on the move, sir. Is
that all?

Is that all?

I would say that you have seen no action
yet, am I right?

Good luck, my friend.

More reports received. It is quite
apparent the enemy has regrouped his

position.

Surely now your excellency should take
into consideration the fact that we must

change the orders for tomorrow.

Or rather for today, for it is past
midnight.

Gentleman.

Gentleman.

The orders for tomorrow.

cannot now be altered.

You've heard them, and we shall all do
our duty.

But before the battle, there is nothing
more important than

to have a good sleep.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

If the French are that far south of
Austerlitz... Plans.

Tomorrow after the battle, they will all
have a hundred reasons why the plans

didn't work.

They'll blame everything but themselves.

How do you think it will go tomorrow?

I think the battle will be lost.

We shall not have lost the war, Andre.

Because of this one battle, there will
be a peace and

then a new war.

Men like Napoleon can never stop till
their own ambition destroys them.

The only important battle is the last.

Good night.

It looks as if the French have broken
our flank.

Captain, the Hussars must charge.

Oh, he's alive.

Have this young man attended to and take
him later to my bee work like all the

others. Let my doctor examine his
wounds.

Decided to go to the country before the
end of the week. We have a lot of

shopping to do.

Oh, Pierre, I'm so tired.

It's all right. I'll go myself this
morning. I'll come back early.

The morning papers, sir. Thank you.

Anything amusing in the Gazette?

Not very amusing. We've lost again.

An armistice is going to be discussed.

Prisoners and wounded on both sides will
be immediately returned.

In a word, we're suing for peace.

You sound bitter.

Maybe I am.

What difference does it make? A piece of
Poland changes hands, a new prince is

established in Austria.

Oh, it's so boring to worry about things
like that.

So, no more war.

For the time being.

For the time being.

Then the armies will be coming back.

Yes, I suppose so.

Moscow will be very gay and exciting.

Pierre. Yes.

Why don't we stay here and not go to the
country?

Not this year, at least.

It'll be such a gay season.

I'm not particularly interested in the
gay season. Besides, I have so much work

to do down there. The hospital, the
school.

They will die just as well without you
in the hospital.

They'll learn just as many idiotic
things without you in the schools.

those people. I can't disappoint them.

Well, I never liked the idea.

Pierre, come here.

Listen.

You know what we can do?

You go to the country all by yourself.

Do there what you have to do.

Get the house ready and so on.

Then I'll join you in the spring, huh?

The country's so dreary in the winter.

Please don't force it on me, Pierre.

You must stay, stay, but I'll be lost
without you there, Helena.

None.

It will be good for the both of us.

And you will appreciate me so much more
when you haven't seen me for some time.

I couldn't appreciate you more, Helena.

If you only knew how many things I have
to do.

There's a dozen dresses I have to have
made and lots of shoes and things.

Why are you looking at me like that why
What

does it mean nothing my dear

They

lost they were defeated What are they
cheering about?

Because they've fought. Because they're
alive.

Because they've come home.

Come on, let's go. We're home.

Oh, Busker, I hope nothing's happened.

Gracious heaven, the young count.

Can it possibly be?

Is everything all right?

The Lord be thanked.

Yes. Good.

My pipe!

Rostov! Wake up!

Why, is it late?

Late? It's seven o 'clock. Huh? Get up,
Michelin.

Directly.

Is this yours, Haber? Or yours?

You Frenchman!

aren't you?

I'm awfully glad you're my brother.

I want to know what men are like.

Are you the same as all of them?

Natasha, Sonia's so young.

You know, Sonia's my dearest friend.

If she loves someone, she does it for
life, and she loves you and me like

You remember before you went away?

Well, she told me to forget all that.
She said, I will love him always.

But let him be free.

Isn't that lovely and noble?

Isn't it?

I'll never go back on my word.

We knew you'd say that.

But you see, it won't do.

Because if you marry her just because
you're bound by a promise, it'll seem as

if you're marrying her because you must.

That wouldn't be right, Nicholas.

We'll talk it over later.

Oh, I'm so glad I have you.

Tell me, are you still true to Pierre
now that he's married? Don't be silly.

I'll never marry.

Huh? Only don't tell anyone. Oh, no.

Go and get dressed and we'll all have
breakfast together.

Andre.

Did you get my letter?

I met the doctor at the last relay
point.

She'll be relieved. Is he in time?

Let's hope so. We must pray for her. She
belongs here. What a strange fate,

Masha.

I've never done any harm to anyone.

Why must I suffer so?

Andre, please help me.

My boy, you'll have to leave now.

I can't do it.

Upon my word, Rostov, if I were to see
50 more operas, I wager I might wind up

liking them.

But I do like the intermissions.

I say, Rostov, that one there.

Yes? She's superb.

But wait.

Well?

Where's the husband?

He spends most of his time in the
country nowadays.

If I were the husband, I'd come up from
the country fast.

when the police came and tried to arrest
us, we took the most insolent

policeman, tied him on the back of the
bear, and shoved them both into the

river. What happened to him?

There they were, swimming, both of them,
the man and the bear.

Hey, Hercules, wake up. The party's
still young. Don't be rough with him.

She'd always be polite to the husbands
of pretty women. Oh, that's right.

Ah, let's drink to the health of
beautiful women everywhere.

Yes, to the health of lovely women. Up
here.

I said that interests me.

And allow me to express your regrets,
and I'm sure your opponent will accept

them. No, what is there to talk about?
Is everything ready?

No apologies. Only first, tell me how to
use this thing.

It's very simple.

You cock it, there's the trigger.

Oh, yes. I know. I just forgot.

No apologies.

None whatever.

count of three, begin to advance.

One.

Well, now, the hero, the dashing
duelist, my protector.

Thank you so much for defending my
honor. You were told that Dolokhov was

lover and you believed it.

Well, what did you prove?

That you are a fool, that everybody knew
that.

Now I will be the laughingstock of all
Moscow.

Everyone will say that you were drunk,
not knowing what you were doing.

Challenging a man that you were jealous
of without cause.

A man that is a better man than you are
in every way.

You'd better separate.

Separate?

That's a charming idea.

It's a wonderful idea.

It's the best idea you've had in your
whole life.

Good. By all means, we'll separate. But
you will pay for it. You'll give me a

fortune for it.

No!

No!

Get out!

The Count is waiting for you upstairs,
sir.

What have you heard?

He'll recover.

Dolokhov won't die.

Thank God.

It's only easy to kill good men.

Men like Dolokhov are only good for
wars.

In between wars, they ought to be locked
up in cages.

Here.

I'd like to leave Moscow.

I want to get away from these people who
believe it's normal to kill.

We're scornful of a man if he doesn't
kill.

At the banquet, when Dolokhov made the
toast... I looked across at him, smiling

at me.

I was convinced of the guilt of my wife.

Well, is that a reason to kill?

Whoop, my dear friend. Lena was guilty,
not Dolikov. In this place, I might have

done the same thing.

Maybe it's even certain that I'd have
done the same thing.

There we were, in the snow, facing each
other with pistols.

You know who's the guilty one? I, only
I.

Don't be silly.

And you know why?

Because I married her without loving
her.

I wanted her. I had to have her, so I
made myself blind.

I lied when I said to her, I love you.

And because of that, there's Dolikov
stretched in pain, alive only by the

of God.

Because of my weakness, my lie, I'm
guilty and I must suffer for it.

Pierre, you must stop thinking like this
or it'll become an obsession and it's

not like you.

Look.

If you'll agree, we'll all take a fine
trip to our place in the country. It'll

do us all good, and Nicholas wants to
show it to Denisov.

We'll start tonight and you'll come with
us, eh?

Oh, of course you'll come with us. I'll
go and tell the family.

Mama!

Natasha!

Sonia!

Petia! Harry!

We start for the country tonight.

Why didn't you tell me Pierre was here?

Will you go, Pierre?

We must start while the moon is still
high. Of course, Pierre will go.

Ilya! What has happened, Ilya?

At what moon are you speaking of?

Is there more than one, my pet?

Oh,

how long must we wait for Nicholas?

But I'm so happy you made up your mind.
I was just saying, one more day and the

snow will be gone. Thank you.

Sonia, hurry.

The coffee.

Go to the toy house immediately.

We're off.

Hurry up, Nicholas.

You're delaying the trip to the country.

The country?

You said you wanted to go to the country
to show Denisov. Come, hurry, hurry,

hurry. Come, Moscow, you'll like this. I
was just beginning to enjoy Moscow.

Faster, faster, faster, faster.

Faster than it can.

As we ride in a trike, you and I.

Star, star, twinkle, twinkle in the sky.

Oh, we'd better like a top ten load of
labels painting across the snow.

efficient. He hardly seems to be my own
son.

I quite agree with you.

Just a minute.

I believe that's my friend Prince Andrei
Volkatsky. May I ask him to join us?

Why, of course.

are still in the country.

The Rostovs invite you to join the hunt.

For the time being, I'm afraid anyone
else's society would give me more pain

than pleasure.

Prince Andre, may I present the Countess
Rostova and her brother Petya Rostov.

I do hope Pierre's convinced to come,
Prince Andre. It promises to be one of

very best hunts of the year.

And the huntsman swears he knows where
there's a wolf and her cubs. And the

ground's just perfect and we'd be so
delighted if you'd...

What I mean is, I do think you would
enjoy it.

Perhaps I'll join you later, if I may.

And stay to dinner?

Possibly. But you just said... Shall I
come now?

Wonderful!

I'm glad you stayed tonight, Andre.

So am I.

The Rostovs are charming, aren't they?
Charming.

It's wonderful to watch them together.
They're like a special race.

A race of handsome, healthy, gay,
thoughtless animals.

Thoughtless? That's the most charming of
their characteristics.

All of them, you think?

All of them.

No.

Within a year or two, the girl, Natasha,
will begin to think.

It'll make her even more charming, but
less of a Rostov. You follow me?

I think so.

Andre, I think it's bad for you.

It's wrong to stay down here year after
year, brooding, not seeing anyone,

living the life of a hermit.

Bad? Wrong?

There are only two things in this life
that are really wrong, Pierre.

Remorse and illness.

When I've recovered from them both, I'll
go out in the world again.

Remorse? What have you got to be
remorseful for?

I was too late.

I let Lisa die feeling unloved,
uncomforted. I was too busy on the trail

glory to take the time to comfort my
wife.

Well, I found glory.

I stopped the retreat of a hundred men
for five minutes. I was left for dead in

a lost battlefield in a lost war.

I'll stop being a hermit, Pierre, when
something happens to make me forget all

those things.

Well, I think I'd better go to bed now.

Good night, Pierre.

And thank you again.

Good night, Andre.

I shall come to bed. You'll catch cold.

I won't. I can't sleep. What's the use?

After a day like this, it's impossible
to sleep. How can anyone sleep?

Do just come and see what a moon.

Look how glorious it is.

Sonia. Yes?

Do you think Prince Andre likes us?

Of course he does.

He's so silent.

He keeps sitting there as though he's
passing judgment on us.

I'm a little frightened of him, aren't
you? No.

I'm a little frightened, and yet, when I
sang after dinner, I wanted to go up to

him and take him by the hand and look in
his eyes and sing just for him.

Poor man, he'd never come here again if
I'd done that.

Did you notice he almost never smiles?

While I was singing, I turned around
suddenly and caught him looking at me.

And he was smiling then.

And I felt... But it's almost impossible
to describe.

I feel as if someone had given me the
most enormous, beautiful present.

Come to bed, Natasha.

Oh, you try to spoil everything.

On a night like this, I feel like
hugging myself and straining tight.

possible and flying away. Take care,
you'll fall out. All right.

But it is a shame to go in on such a
night.

It's as though you've been hearing
wonderful music. And you just know that

next song and the song after that...

It's going to be the most beautiful
thing you've ever heard in your whole

I'm being pulled away, missing it
forever.

Forever. Natasha.

All right.

Yes? The expression on my face.

What about it?

Do I look disdainful?

No.

You're impossible. I'm sure I look
disdainful. Well, what do you want to

disdainful for?

Well, I thought if I looked bored and
disdainful, nobody would notice that

is the first ball I've ever been to.

How's this better?

Oh, that's much better.

Good.

Nicholas, you must promise me one thing.
What's that? Not to dance with me. No,

doctor. No matter if I've just been
against the world for five hours and

comes over and says a word to me.

No matter how much I seem to be
appealing to you, you must absolutely

not to ask me to dance. Why not?

Because it would be too humiliating for
the whole world to see the only person

who asked me to dance is my brother.

Out of pity.

Promise? I promise.

Nicholas. What now?

Is everybody looking at me?

Well, can't you see for yourself?

Not without changing the expression on
my face.

Natasha, you know there's one awful
thing about you.

Tell it to me.

Tell me the whole truth.

No girl I'll ever meet will ever be able
to amuse me as much as you do. Shh.

Don't talk like that.

Now go and leave us to our fate.

Excuse me, my dear. Nicholas, come and
look after your mother. That's a good

boy. Yes, my darling.

What a horrible mistake.

I shouldn't have come.

Nothing is going to happen.

The night is going to be one horrible,
black, degrading zero.

Ah, Count Danilov, come and meet my
family.

Madame Maria Perenskaya, you know my
wife, my niece Sonia, and my daughter

Natasha.

May I have a pleasure?

I shall be more fortunate later on.

Have no fear. I shall try again.

Adieu.

The Nilof is our Otis's first cousin.
Supposed to be worth millions. Second

cousin, dear.

Ah, there's the French ambassador
himself.

He looks as if he were a king.

You're rather late, you know.

You see, most of my dancers are gone.

Why must I keep thinking of Prince
Andre?

Am I so much in love with him that all
others seem ridiculous?

We saw so little of each other, and yet
I remember every moment.

Oh, if only he could have brought me
here tonight.

Why doesn't he like the city?

It isn't right for a man to shut himself
off for months and months as he does.

I am so delighted to see you again.

me with this dance?

Yeah, nice to see you again. Yeah, my
boy.

Will you honor me with this dance?

Don't you just love dances?

Not ordinarily.

This is the first one I've come to in
more than two years. I'm so glad you did

come.

I mean, after the night of the hunt,
Mama and Papa said how nice it was you

to visit, and they hoped you'd come
again.

I mean... I hope you tell Mama and Papa
that I intend to come and visit often.

Very often, if they will permit me.

I certainly shall tell them.

And on moonlit nights, do you still want
to hold yourself tight and fly off to

the moon?

How do you know? Where did you hear?

I couldn't help overhearing. My window
was just below yours.

What a disaster. You heard everything.

No, you disappeared too soon.

You must think I'm an utter idiot.

I don't think you're an idiot.

I think... Permit me, mademoiselle.

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

Thank you.

to dance with her.

Like holding springtime in your arms.

Like holding a branch of lilac for a
kitten.

Look at her now.

If she looks back at me and smiles on
the next turn, she'll be

my wife.

Guide us with thine infinite wisdom.

Teach us to abide in thy mercy.

And if it be thy will, let this bed be
my grave.

I must talk to you just once more.

Well, well.

It's about Prince Andre, I suppose.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
Monday.

Five days that he hasn't been heard
from.

First he comes and sees me every day,
morning and evening, and quite turns my

head. Then nothing happens and
everything's finished.

Now, let me tell you about myself when I
was young.

I had a cousin, a handsome young man.

Yes, really handsome.

I know, Cyril Mutt age.

But must everything as in your case end
up in nothing?

Now you're being impulsive as I used to
be. You must be patient.

Very patient.

You must wait till a proper proposal has
been made to you.

He'll show up.

The last time he came, he had it right
here on the tip of his tongue, his

proposal. And he seemed so in love.

I'm always a little afraid when I'm in
his presence.

What does it mean?

Does it mean that it's real love?

Mama, are you asleep?

No, my pet.

I'm a little frightened myself.

Now go.

I'll stay in a short sleep.

Mummy, mummy, such a thing has never
happened to me before.

Could we ever have thought that when he
first came to the country last spring

that we should meet at the ball?

Well, it must be fate.

Clearly it must be fate if everything
led up to this.

Mama, need one be ashamed of his being a
widower?

No, darling, pray to God.

Marriages are made in heaven.

Mama, how I love you. I'm so happy.

Little Countess, are you asleep?

Yes, dear. I'm asleep.

Good night.

Mary.

Mary.

As though life were not complicated
enough as it is.

Stand in such a hurry.

You thought you knew what you were doing
last time, too. Do you remember?

This is completely different.

It's always completely different.

Before I met her, life was sad,
meaningless, hopeless.

You're over 30.

By the time a man's over 30, life should
be sad, meaningless, and hopeless.

Father.

All right, all right.

Let's be reasonable.

Her family is nothing. Now, Father.

Nothing compared to the Bolkonskys.
Nothing.

Her father is well known as a man who
used to chase every woman in Moscow and

St. Petersburg without success.

Now that he's grown older, he's well
known as a man who plays in every card

in Moscow and St. Petersburg equally
without success.

They're a happy and delightful family.
That's a success too.

Perhaps the greatest success.

But do you think you're being fair to
the girl?

You're much older than she.

You have a son to bring up. Who's going
to take your responsibility?

A little chit of a girl?

I beg of you, put it off for just one
year and go abroad.

There's this peace mission to Prussia.

The Tsar and the Emperor Napoleon,
they'll be signing a treaty there.

I know you wanted to go on the mission.

Now, after one year...

If you still have this love or
obstinacy, passion, whatever you choose

it, you marry her.

That is my last word on the subject.

It's my last word.

Is it possible that I, Natasha, am to be
the wife of this strange, dear, clever

man? whom even my father looks up to?

Can it be true?

Can it be true that there can be no more
playing with life, that now I am grown

up, that on me now lies the
responsibility of my every word and

I have loved you from the first moment I
saw you.

You love me? Yes, yes.

What is it?

What's the matter?

I'm so happy.

Did your mother tell you what I
explained to her? There's nothing to

Didn't she tell you that it can't be for
a year?

Forgive me, but you're so young. I want
you to be absolutely sure.

I am sure.

One year isn't too terribly long, and
you'll be free.

If within that year you find that you
don't love me, or if you come to love

someone else. Don't say that. You must
never say anything like that again.

A year?

Am I going to see you, though?

Of course.

I have to go to Poland, but I'll be gone
only a few months. Oh, God, it'd be

helpless. Isn't there anything that can
be done?

It's awful. I'll die waiting a year.
It's impossible. It's... No, no, I'll do

anything. Whatever you say.

Oh, I'm so unhappy.

We have the rest of our lives with us
here.

At Tilsit in Prussia on June the 13th,
1807...

Napoleon met with Emperor Alexander of
Russia for the purpose of discussing a

treaty of peace.

They can't help liking me.

I'm so willing to do anything they wish.

So ready to be fond of him for being his
father.

I'm Mary Borkonsky.

Charmed. And this is my daughter,
Natasha.

How do you do? Good afternoon.

Please excuse my father. He doesn't feel
well.

And he asked me to welcome you in his
name. Oh.

Will you have some tea?

Well, I think that would be... No, thank
you.

I suppose you've heard from Andre.

Yes.

Ah, you're the young Countess Rostov.

I didn't know you were paying me the
honour of a visit.

You must excuse my costume. I came in
here to speak to my daughter Mary.

Why wasn't I told?

Count Rostov, oh yes, I've heard a great
deal about you.

A great deal about you.

As the Lord is my witness, nobody told
me that they were here.

This house uttered confusion, chaos.

People coming and going. You can't find
anything.

Even the papers in my desk.

You must excuse me.

You see, I'm not prepared to entertain.

I can't stand Moscow anyhow.

I wouldn't be here except I've no
alternative.

I'm forced to be here. You understand,
don't you?

Well, I think we'd better leave now,
Princess.

Wait, I must talk to you.

Dear Natasha, I want to tell you that
I'm certain my brother has found

happiness.

Princess, I think it is not convenient
to speak of that now.

Isn't it wonderful?

Aren't you glad you decided to come
instead of sitting home and brooding all

night? I don't know.

Until Andre comes back, I can't be glad
about anything.

Well, it's only a few weeks.

Do you see that tall man over there?

Yes, what about him? When we passed him,
I heard him say to his wife, that's the

Countess Natasha Rostov. That's the one
who's going to marry Bolkonsky.

Lucky man.

He said lucky man?

Lucky man.

I must write that to Andre.

He can pass it on to his horrible old
father.

Papa, Countess Bazooka has arrived.

Bazooka. One of my favorite times of
school, isn't it?

Countess Bazooka, if you're back in
Moscow, I'm delighted to see you. The

hasn't been the same in your absence.

I've brought my two girls with me, as
you can see.

Maggie.

Hello.

Magnificent woman.

Yes, you can understand how men must
fall in love with her.

Dolokhov.

See the girl in that box?

Yes, she's lovely.

But... For you?

No, Anatole, she's not exactly your
type.

Thank you.

Count Rostov, may I borrow your lovely
daughter to sit with me through the next

act? Oh, countess, how charming.
Natasha, my dear, come along.

Isn't it exciting?

Enchanting. You mustn't bury her in the
country again.

Oh, you're too kind.

Natasha, sit down.

Now we can tear all our friends to
pieces.

You realize that no one in the theater
is talking of anyone but you.

How lovely you are and the brilliant
match you've made.

You know about that. It's the news of
the season, my dear.

Prince Andrei Volkonsky.

Why, every woman here tonight is jealous
of you at this moment.

Why, Anatole.

May I present my brother, Countess
Natasha Rostov.

My brother is a center of fashion in
Moscow.

That means that he eats and drinks too
much and plays for too high stakes.

He also sees the worst and most amusing
people.

You simply must get him to tell you
everything there is to do and see this

season.

Countess! Prince, you've been neglecting
me.

I was convinced you were dead.

When I saw you the first time at the
ball, when was it, six, seven weeks ago?

I thought, what a pretty girl.

That's all I thought.

But tonight...

But you felt it too.

I felt.

When our eyes met.

Don't look guilty.

What's there to be ashamed of?

Are you enjoying the opera?

It's very good, isn't it?

Oh, is it?

I haven't noticed.

I haven't looked at the stage tonight.

I must see you again.

You must come to my sister's house.

Very soon.

I think... I think my mother's in the
country.

I may go up to be with her.

She's enchanting.

Go away, Anatole.

You will distract us from your work. All
right, all right.

You'll come.

I'll take this as a pledge.

My brother is very amusing, isn't he?

How lovely she is.

I don't think so, when I look at you.

Natasha, come.

You're enchanting.

From the moment I saw you, I never
ceased worshipping you.

I do hope you don't think us too
informal, Countess. Oh, Countess.

with emotion.

His Majesty the King was so moved that
tears were streaming down his face.

Dearest Natasha, my fate has been
sealed.

To be loved by you or die.

I know your parents won't give you to me
for secret reasons I will reveal only

to you.

But if you love me, you need only say
the word yes and no human power can

us. Anatole.

You're back.

How was your evening?

Yes. I made excuses for you.

I was worried about you.

How's your headache? Better?

Sonia, you read that letter?

Yes. I'm glad you read it. I couldn't
keep it from you any longer.

You know we love one another.

But Anna told Corrigan. Sonia, if only
you knew how happy I am. And Andre? You

don't know what love is.

Then are you refusing, Andre?

You don't understand anything. Don't
talk nonsense. Listen.

How is it that you loved a man for so
many months and suddenly... Why?

You've only seen Anatole three times.

It seems to me I've never loved anyone
before.

I know it's hard to understand.

I've heard it's happened that way. You
must have too.

But it's only now I feel such love.

As soon as I saw him, I felt he was my
master and... And I his slave and I

couldn't help loving him.

Yes, his slave. Whatever he commands, I
must do.

What can I do, Sonia? What can I do? If
he loves you, why doesn't he come

honestly to the house, to your father?

Ask for your engagement to Andre to be
broken off.

What's the reason for all this secrecy?
I don't know. It doesn't matter.

Whatever his reasons, they are good
ones.

I told you I have no will. I love him.
Then I won't let it come to that.

I shall tell.

Sonia, what do you mean? You wouldn't
tell anyone.

Don't torture me. I can't live without
him. Natasha, what are you saying?

Think about your father and Nicholas.

I don't love anyone but him.

Go, Sonia.

I don't want to quarrel with you.

Go away!

I'll talk.

Where do you mean to take her?

Her family will find out about that girl
in Poland you have to marry. If you're

caught, it will mean jail.

It'll be worth it.

Even if it is for one month, one week,
with that girl.

There are some things in life it's
impossible not to have.

The driver you sent, poor prince. A
drink.

You've got to drive far and fast. Call
McTrevor and tell her to bring the cloak

I gave her. A gypsy girl again, sir.

Oh,

I like a job like that. Youth through
man's excitement.

There is a priest of a sort waiting for
us at Devere. Run down anyone who tries

to stop you. There's a man for you.

You want me?

Now, you take this.

Listen to me. I know something about
this game.

You find the girl shivering with fright
and having forgotten everything.

You wrap her up. By the minute she gets
into the cold night air, there will be a

stampede back to the house for furs.

Papa awakened.

Mama screaming.

Tears. Recreations.

challenges, et cetera, et cetera.

Always keep a young bird warm, my boy.
Now, up with the collar. And whoosh!

But my coat!

I will get you another one someday.

But when?

Someday. I'll take lessons.

Yours. Now, comrade and friend of my
youth, we've had our flings and lived

reveled, yeah?

Now, lads.

It is.

Sure.

Let's go. Anatole!

I still think you shouldn't do it. So do
I.

No, I won't open it.

And I've sent for Pierre.

Sonia!

I'll hate you forever for this. Open the
door.

No, I won't open it.

Sister is not famous for keeping quiet
about things.

Things that are good subjects for
gossip. What do you mean? What are you

about? I know all about the money you
had to send to Poland and why.

It's not true.

You must leave Moscow.

You must never breathe a word of this to
anyone.

You must understand that besides your
pleasure, there's such a thing as other

people's happiness.

You're willing to ruin a whole life for
the sake of your own amusement.

You'll amuse yourself with women of your
own rotten breed.

They're armed against you with the same
experience.

As a man of honor, you can talk to me
that way.

Is it satisfaction you want? Yes.

I take it back.

I take it back. I beg your forgiveness.

Drive this gentleman where he wants to
go.

She's in her room.

What are you doing here?

I came to stop you.

Nothing is going to stop me from going
to him.

You plan to tell Andre when you see him
next time. I'm never going to see Andre

again. I wrote to him yesterday telling
him everything. Did you?

He's not good enough for you, is he?

No, you've got to go crawling after a
gambler, a liar, the most notorious

chaser in Moscow.

I'm going to him. I tell you, I'm going
to marry him.

Whatever he's told you, he's lying.

He's married already.

It isn't true.

Look at me, Natasha.

Could I purposely deceive you?

The rumor's all over Moscow.

But who? Who could have started it? And
now Prince Andrei has sent back all her

letters.

That's bad. I am sorry.

She's been quite ill.

Hardly ever leaves her room.

But when she knew you were coming, she
insisted upon getting up.

She's dressed now and is waiting for
you.

Now, mind it. Don't tell her everything.

One has the heart to scold her. She's so
much to be pitied.

I hear he's in Moscow now.

Ask him... Ask him to forgive me.

Yes, I will tell him, Natasha.

No, I know that can never be.

All is over.

Only I'm so tormented by the wrong I've
done him.

Forgive me for everything.

I will tell him everything.

But one thing I beg of you, remember I'm
your friend. If you want help, advice,

or simply to open your heart to someone,
not now, but when your mind is clear,

think of me.

I shall be happy if it's in my power.

Don't speak to me like that. I'm not
worth it. Oh, don't talk.

that? You have your whole life ahead of
you. Ahead of me? No.

All is over. All is lost.

Nonsense, Natasha.

Natasha, listen to me. Look, if I were
not myself, but the handsomest,

cleverest, best man in the world, and if
I were free, I would not hesitate for

one moment to ask on my knees for your
hand and your love.

It's not cold, Mishka. That's a matter
of opinion, Your Excellency. I think it

must be well below zero. Wonderful.

Where to now, sir? Well, I don't know,
Mishka.

Are you looking at the comet, sir? Yes.

They say it means bad.

They say it means war and famine and
plague. All sorts of wars.

Nonsense. That comet's beautiful.

Life is beautiful. Go, Mishka. Where to?

The club?

No.

Home? No, go. Just go, Mishka.

shedding our people's blood for a mere
misunderstanding and consent to the

withdrawal of your majesty's troops, I
on my side will forget what has happened

and agreement between us will be
possible.

Otherwise, your majesty, I shall be
forced to repel an aggression that has

totally unprovoked by me.

The decision whether to preserve
humanity from the disasters of another

in your majesty's hands.

I am, et cetera, Alexander.

So, this letter is very polite, very
eloquent, and it is full of the most

fraternal expressions of devotion and
love from your master, the Tsar.

Sentiments which, I assure you, are
reciprocated by me.

However, in essence, Colonel...
Volkonski. Volkonski, what would you say

letter in my hand expresses?

It is not for me, sire, as a mere
messenger, to express the wishes of his

imperial majesty, the Tsar.

Come, come, my dear fellow. You must
have an opinion of your own.

What... Where?

Where have we met before?

Your face is familiar to me.

On the field at Austerlitz, sire.

Austerlitz, Austerlitz.

Yes, I do remember.

You were lying with a banner in your
hand.

Yes, sire.

I thought you were dead.

Well, well, here you are again.

I'm glad to see you.

Now, Colonel, this letter, what do you
think it represents?

I think it can only represent, sire, the
sincere wish of His Majesty the Tsar to

avoid war.

and to prevent the shedding of both
Russian and French blood.

A praiseworthy aim, and one in which I
completely concur.

However, what else?

What else would you say was in this
letter?

Since you press me, sire, for a personal
opinion, I would say that it contained

a request for the withdrawal of your
majesty's troops from the frontiers of

country. A personal opinion? Ah, so
that's how the tsar told his messenger

put it.

You personally say withdrawal, do you?

Say retreat.

I'm a soldier and I use soldier's words.

I am not a fool.

I've been asked to put my head into a
noose while my enemies are conspiring

against me.

Sire, it is not a personal opinion of
mine when I say that the Tsar is not

Majesty's enemy and that he is not
conspiring against you.

If you read his letter carefully...

I will read the letter more carefully.

And send the Tsar my answer later.

Good night to you, Colonel.

Gentlemen, tomorrow at dawn we cross the
Yemen into Russia.

We'll talk of peace in Moscow.

And on the 12th of June, 1812, Napoleon
Bonaparte, at the head of an army of 200

,000 men, crossed the River Neman into
Russia.

To combat this aggressive invasion of
their homeland... The Russian peasant

chose to welcome the French with nothing
more than a destroyed storehouse.

A widely desolated land.

Fluting. Burning.

As soon as Napoleon approaches a
village, the peasants and serfs run off

their carts and horses and grain.

What they can't take away with them,
they burn or slaughter.

If we don't put a stop to it somewhere,
we're going to leave behind us a desert,

a scorched earth.

We must fight.

The army demands it, the Tsar demands
it, and the people demand it.

What does the army want?

To be destroyed?

Because that would be what would happen
if we fought now.

What does the Tsar want?

To be brought to his knees?

Because that would be what would happen
if we fought now?

What do the people want?

To be the subjects of Napoleon?

Because that would be what would happen
if we fought now?

Gentlemen, I've been put in command to
give the army, the Tsar, and the people

what they really want.

And what they really want is to drive
the last Frenchman from the soil of

Russia.

And that I propose to do when I can.

But the looting and the burning,
General.

Let it continue.

Let it increase.

Soon they will be at our gates.

He'll not enter Moscow.

We will stop him. Every one of us will
go. They should call up more men

immediately. Kudasov is afraid of fight.
He's too old. He's a doddering idiot.

He never was any good. What's wrong with
the emperor?

Why does he replace him? We will show
Europe how Russia rises in the defense

Russia.

and with thy might our most gracious
sovereign, Emperor Alexander Pavlovich,

give him victory over his enemy, even as
thou gavest Moses the victory over

Amalek, Gideon over Midian, David over
Goliath.

Smite down our enemies and destroy them
swiftly beneath the feet of thy faithful

servants.

Preserve our army.

Put a bow of brass in the hands of those
who have armed themselves in thy name

and gird their loins with strength for
the fight.

Take up the spear and shield and arise
to help us.

Confound and put to shame those who have
devised evil against us.

May they be before the faces of thy
faithful warriors as dust before the

And may thy mighty angel confound them
and put them to flight.

Let them fall before thy servants' feet.

and be laid low by our hosts.

I came to say goodbye.

I'm leaving Moscow today.

Where are you going?

To the army. They hope to make a stand
against Napoleon at Borodino.

You're going to join up yourself,
finally?

I don't know. I'm going to see. I have
to see what it's like, what it means for

myself. Prince Andre is in command of a
regiment.

I'm going to try to find him and stay
with him.

When did you decide to do this?

I've been thinking about it for a long
time. Even you, Pierre.

You will stay to dinner, won't you?

Oh, yes, do, Pierre. Yes, do, by all
means.

Only to say goodbye.

That's good.

Come along.

Lots of my school friends are going, and
they're younger than I.

Nonsense. You must study.

It's not nonsense.

Every man is needed.

Every man, not every infant.

Besides, I can't study now when our
fatherland is in danger.

Nature, be quiet.

You heard from Andre.

Yes, one letter.

Did he... How is he?

Well enough, but sad.

His father died, you know.

Yes, I know.

And although his father was my enemy, I
prayed for him.

He was the first person in the whole
world to disapprove of me, Pierre.

I suppose you're not really grown up
until that happens, do you?

Did Andre say anything about me in his
letter?

No, Natasha.

Do you think he'll ever forgive me?

He has nothing to forgive.

Pierre, you must promise me something.

Yes?

Don't let anything happen to you.

If it did, I...

Yes, I heard.

I promise.

And Pierre?

Yes?

If you do see Andre, tell him.

Tell him I prayed for the soul of his
father.

Can you tell me where I'll find Colonel
Volkonsky?

Colonel, this gentleman's been asking to
see you.

Pierre.

Andre.

At last.

What are you doing here?

It's a little hard to say.

I came to see the battle.

Why?

It's hard to explain, Andre.

It's such an enormous event.

All our lives will be different from now
on because of what's going to happen

here tomorrow.

I'm sorry about your father's death,
Andre.

He was an old man.

He couldn't live with the thought of
being driven away from Bald Hills.

How are they taking it in Moscow?

You know that Mary has gone to your
aunt's at Riazan.

It was Nicholas Rostov who got her out
of Bald Hills just in time.

Nicholas.

So Anatole Corrigan did not honor
Countess Rostov with his hand.

He couldn't. He was married already.

Well, it was all very long ago. I'm sure
she's had time to forget her

disappointment.

Andre, you remember one of our old
discussions about this?

I said that a fallen woman should be
forgiven.

But I didn't say that I could forgive
her, and I can't. But you can't compare

Natasha to a fallen woman.

What romantic dreams I had.

You mean ask for her hand again? Be
magnanimous and so on? Yes, that would

very noble.

But... I'm sorry.

How are you, Andre? You seem so strange,
disturbed.

The first thing you must learn about a
battle, Pierre, is that on the night

before it is fought, the men who are to
fight it are likely to seem a little

disturbed.

Oh, that's more than that.

Perhaps it is.

I've been in many battles, Pierre.

But for the first time, I feel that I'm
going to die tomorrow.

Nonsense. Why?

I just feel it.

Why are you really here, Pierre?

Why, when you hate violence and war, did
you decide to do this?

I don't know.

Because I finally realized you can't
hate something you've never known and

understand.

How do you think the battle will go?
They say our position is good.

Success never depends on positions.

Orders, plans, or even on numbers.

A battle is won by men determined to win
it.

And despite those men at headquarters
who consider war a game, war is the most

horrible thing in life.

If it were in my power, I would not take
one prisoner.

The French are my enemies.

They destroyed my home, caused my
father's death, exiled my sister and my

Now they hope to destroy Moscow.

Why take prisoners? That's playing at
war.

Take no prisoners.

Kill and be killed.

If there were none of this playing at
war, we would go to war only when it was

worthwhile going to certain death as
now.

I'm sorry.

Why should I burden you with all this?

If we're both alive tomorrow night,
we'll have a bottle and we'll laugh at

everything I've said tonight.

Forgive me, you're sleepy.

It's time for me to sleep too.

No, I'd like to stay here.

I have no time for you now.

The only friends I have at this moment
are the men who are going to fight at my

side tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Whether we meet again or not.

Take down a proclamation to all troops.

Soldiers, this is the battle you have
all longed for.

Victory depends on you. It will give us
all we need, comfortable quarters and a

speedy return to our country.

Act as you did at Austerlitz, Friedland,
Vitebsk and Smolensk.

Let posterity say with pride.

Of each of you, he was in the great
battle before Moscow.

Well, Debussy, what is Paris saying?

Sire, all Paris regrets your absence.

I should say they do.

What have you in there?

A surprise, Your Majesty.

What's that?

A present from the Empress for Your
Majesty.

son, the king of Rome.

Admirable.

Take him away, Debussy.

It is too soon for him to see a field of
battle.

Follow me, Debussy.

Ah, you must not leave, Debussy.

Stay, and we'll give you something to
tell Paris.

Or the next time it won't be your hat
that blows off, it'll be your head. Use

me.

Realize. Mail number three, you do so.

Ready? Fire.

Sir, you can't stand here. You're in the
way.

Sorry.

Try to keep out of everybody's way.

Are you afraid?

They have no mercy, you know, when they
come singing over.

Heaven help us.

Ready?

Fire!

Coming up. Pleasant morning, sir.

Interesting morning.

Interesting? Yeah, that baits.
Interesting.

Infantry?

Oh, bound to a friend, eh?

Normal.

Sir, beyond the trees, the French
infantry advancing en masse.

We report that Moran's infantry
regiments have turned back and are

full disorder.

Savo's cavalry should have gone first to
clear the way.

Send them now.

There's only enough ammunition for four
more charges.

Run to the reserves and bring up more.

I'll go too.

This boy needs help.

How far have you carried him?

I don't know.

You should have saved yourself the
trouble.

you, Napoleon.

Damn you to hell.

Well, we've stood our ground.

We've taken the worst that Napoleon has
to offer.

We must attack tomorrow morning.

Do you agree, sir?

Yes, I agree.

Theoretically.

According to all the rules that we have
ever learned about warfare, we must

attack. Tomorrow morning.

But we cannot attack.

We are too exhausted to attack.

But, sire, if we retreat now... We leave
the ground to the enemy.

But he has paid too high a price for it.

Finally, he will bleed to death from
this victory. But it will be impossible

make a stand in front of Moscow.

Yes, General.

You're right. Do you mean to abandon
Russia's ancient and sacred capital?

Russia's ancient and sacred capital.

Allow me to tell you, Your Excellency,
that that question has no meaning for a

Russian. Such a question cannot be put.
It is senseless.

The question I've asked you and these
gentlemen to meet, to discuss, is a

military one.

The question is of saving Russia.

Is it better to give up Moscow without a
battle, or by accepting battle, lose

the army as well as Moscow?

Well, gentlemen,

I see I'm the one who is to pay for the
broken crockery.

Gentlemen, I've heard your views.

Some of you will not agree with me.

But I, by the authority entrusted to me
by my sovereign and my country,

order a retreat.

As fast as the French will be here
before we're ready to leave unless you

more quickly than that. Now, come on.

Prokofiev!

Put all the glass things in the front
wagons. And the books. And the books.

Put them in the low wagons.

Let's take this.

And these gloves, I'll never wear them
again.

They are the wounded from Borodino.

Vera, hurry!

Vera, come!

Give me some water.

Now, have you seen the wounded men? Yes.

And I've given permission for them to
live in the house after we've gone.

Someone badly wounded.

Just about alive.

It is a miracle His Excellency has
lasted this long.

His Excellency?

Our Colonel, Miss.

Oh. Oh.

Miss Sonia.

Mother, don't tell anyone about this.

Not yet, promise me.

Prince Andre is here, among the wounded.

Andre? I saw him. He's unconscious.

Terribly wounded.

Natasha? She doesn't know yet.

She mustn't know.

His men say he's dying.

Natasha must not know.

All right, get those wagons moving.

Pull them up ahead and turn them around.

You in the back, pull ahead.

We've got another load wounded back
there.

After we've left and the wounded men are
in our house, what then?

I'm afraid I don't know, Mademoiselle.
I'm only a transport officer. My orders

are merely to get back as quickly as
possible with the wagons and pick up

another load of wounded. You mean
they're to be left here deserted with

to take care of them?

To be taken prisoner? To die?

I'm afraid that's in other hands than
ours, Mademoiselle. Keep those chairs

down. We'll be able to put this up.

That's enough. Now put it down now.

Now come along. Father, we can't do
this. What do you mean?

Oh, the settee? But I've just taken
down... But if you left back here, those

three men wouldn't have to stay here and
become prisoners of the French. What

three men?

Oh, but of course.

But if we leave the settee behind, I
don't know what will happen to your

I'll speak to mother.

Back into the house with it. You three
have to come with us on that cart,

please.

Sir. Your men must make themselves at
home in my house. Please, please help

Is there no room in one of your carts
for this poor fellow? Oh, of course.

Hurry, hurry.

Oh, my. All those men, Papa. I know.
It's very sad.

Still in a war.

We must take them with us.

Papa, we're going to unload everything
and take every man who is able to

You're right.

So very right.

Take those back. Put that down.

Vasilis, unload all the carts.

Unload? Who's your tone?

Sir, you can tell your men you'll find
room for them all. Thank you, sir.

Take this up. Take it all down.

Unload the cart.

Unload this cart completely. Take it all
down.

Overboard with that.

Take all that down? You come here.

Take down that terrible table. Leave it
behind. We don't need it.

Empty the cart straight away.

All of this out. You come here and help.

Delia? What is... They're unloading
everything.

To make room for the wounded, my dear.
But these are our things.

Oh, things, things, things that can be
bought. Think what it means to be left

behind to all these men. It isn't fair.
The government ought to care for the

wounded. Mama, you can't object.

Look at them.

You leave them behind to save a few
sticks of furniture?

Mama, suppose Nicholas was one of them.

Or Petia.

Petia? Of course you're right, darling.

I'm sorry, Ilya.

The chicks are teaching the hen.

Ten more minutes. We leave in ten
minutes.

I'm ready now, Ilya.

Now come along, girls. Quickly, quickly.

In God's name, off! In God's name, off!

Dear Moscow, everybody's leaving you.

Look! Look over there by the corner!

Who is it? I can't see.

Pierre! Over here, Pierre!

Over here, Pierre!

You're safe.

You promised you'd come back and you
have.

You mustn't stay, Pierre.

You must come with us.

Did you see the battle, Pierre?

Yes, I saw it. I saw it too much.

Come with us, Pierre.

I can't. I must stay in this city.
There's... I have something... Stop the

coach. Something I must do.

Pierre.

Go on.

Remember me?

Remember.

Come with us.

I don't understand.

Natasha.

Sonia.

No crying.

For Pierre.

For us, because we're leaving.

Well, what then?

I have to tell her. I have to.

There's someone among the wounded.
Someone we know.

He's traveling with us now.

Well, is he badly hurt?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't know how to tell you.

He told you not to tell me.

No.

He's asleep or unconscious.

He didn't speak.

Asiatic city of innumerable churches.

Lots of them.

Moscow the Holy.

Here at my feet.

At last.

On the ancient monuments of barbarism
and despotism.

I shall inscribe great words of justice.

And mercy.

Mercy.

Alexander's might have been.

Now, I'm ready to accept the surrender
of the city.

Now.

Well, where are the boyars? Where is the
deputation?

There is no one, sire.

The city is empty.

Half of it on fire.

There is no government.

No one to surrender to you.

That's impossible.

Impossible and ridiculous.

There must be a surrender.

This is an insult!

Ah, they're going to pay for this.

Skyline, look. It's a village on fire.

It could not be teaching.

Look further away.

Moscow's on fire.

It's so windy and dry.

Moscow, God have mercy.

Oh,

yes, Moscow.

Poor Moscow.

Natasha, Sonia, come and look. Moscow's
on fire.

Oh, Moscow.

Oh, no.

Oh, how terrible.

Natasha.

Let's go back to bed. We have a long day
tomorrow.

Papa, I must talk to you. Again?

Go back to bed.

You must give me your permission to join
the army.

You already know it.

It's now.

I must go where I can do the most good
for my country.

Petya, your duty now is not what you
think. Your duty is to stay with us and

help your mother.

I'm sorry, Papa. I've already made up my
mind.

Natasha, do look. The whole city's on
fire.

You can see it from the window.

You didn't even look.

Yes, really, I did.

Go back to sleep.

You'll catch your death of cold.

And you too, Natasha, darling. Go to
sleep.

Who knows?

Please.

Your officers, where are they?

Officers, miss?

I don't know. Down there somewhere.

I love you.

Forgive me.

Forgive what?

For everything I have done.

I love you more.

I want all these pliers put out. See to
it now.

Yes, sir.

only the incendiaries.

Take them back to prison.

Forward. March.

Don't brood, sir.

That's not for us to judge whether we're
to be spared or not spared.

Finally in the world to come, God will
give us a word or two of explanation and

that will all be clear.

Ah, here you are, Grey. Come here, boy.
That's great. You found me again, eh?

Ah, that's the little fella. That's
right, that's right.

Now you sit right down there. Be a good
boy.

Do you like cold potatoes?

We had soup for dinner and the potatoes
were delicious.

Here, boy.

Perhaps you'd like some salt.

fellas. The last one was barely 20.

Ah, what a sin, what a sin.

Well, where there's law, there's
injustice.

Come on, boy, get up, get up.

But the maggot eats the cabbage, yet
dies first.

What do you say?

I say things happen not as we plan, but
as God judges.

And have you got a family estate, sir,
and a housewife, and your old parents,

are they still living?

Ah.

Perhaps you've got little ones then,
huh?

Well, never mind, dear lad. You're young
folks yet, and pray God may have some

still. The great thing is to live in
harmony.

Well, dear lad, I was still living at
home, you know.

We had a well -to -do homestead, a nice
piece of land, and a house that one

could thank God for.

When Father and we went to mowing, there
were seven of us. We were real

peasants. We lived well.

Well... One day, I went into someone
else's forest to cut wood.

But, of course, a keeper found me.

Before long, I was taken before a judge
for trial, flogged, and sent to serve as

a soldier.

Well, lad, we thought that was a
misfortune, but that turned out to be a

blessing. You see, if it hadn't been for
my sin, my younger brother would have

had to have gone instead of me, and he's
got five little ones, whereas I ain't

had a wife to leave behind.

We had a little girl, but God took her
before I left for the wars.

You've had hard luck.

Ah, we can make it into misery or into
joy.

Ah, luck's like water in a dragnet. You
pull at it and it bulges.

But when you've drawn it out, there's
nothing in it.

That's how it is, dear boy.

Well, now I think it's time to sleep.

Lord Jesus Christ, Holy St. Nicholas,
Frola and Labra. Lord Jesus Christ, have

mercy upon us and save us.

Ah, that's the way.

Lay me down like a stone, O God, and
raise me up like a loaf.

What prayer was that you were saying?

Huh? I was praying.

Don't you pray?

Yes, I do. But what did you say, Frola
and Labra? Ah, the horse is saints.

One must pity the animals, too.

Ah, come on, great.

Come over here.

That's right. Now, you get warm and lie
down. That's it?

That's right.

I thought you were asleep.

No. I was lying here watching you.

Enjoying you.

Being thankful for you.

Sleep, my dearest.

No, not yet.

I want to keep my eyes open.

I want to look at you.

You know, you're not the girl I saw
dancing all night.

The girl who whispered on the balcony to
the moon.

You're something much better.

How serene you are.

How valuable.

I love you so much.

It's a terrible thing.

Only at a moment like this can one talk
so openly.

Until now, I knew nothing about love.

I was a great hater, Natasha.

I hated so many things, but most of all,
I hated you.

You had every right.

I love you more than I've ever loved
anything on this earth.

Maybe this place has something to do
with this monastery.

Maybe the monks really know about love.

Now I'm beginning to understand, too.

Maybe death is my private monastery.

Where is he?

Can I see him?

Of course you may, but a moment, my
dear. Is that his son?

Yes. And he's called?

Collier. Collier, but what a lovely boy.

But where is he?

Natasha's with him. We've sent to ask.

I think you must be tired, Princess.

We've prepared rooms for you.

And where is Petya?

He left a few days ago.

We simply couldn't control him any
longer.

He kept on and on about going into the
army.

Until we just had to let him go.

Don't worry, Mother.

The war will probably be over before he
gets his commission.

Did you receive my letter?

Yes. Thanks be to God.

That was a good piece of news.

You and Princess Mary. I'm worried about
Sonia.

Oh, that's all right. I told her
immediately.

But, Mother, I wanted to explain it to
her myself.

Mary. Well, now, are you going to stay
with us, little man?

Oh, my dear.

Come, little darling. Come with me.

Nicholas, you come along.

Nicholas, I've read your letter.

I know.

She's a fine woman, isn't she?

If you want to, Nicholas, you're free.

Forgive me, Sonia.

Natasha.

No one would tell me anything.

How is his wound, his condition?

What did the doctor say?

Is he worse?

Andre. Hello, Mary.

How did you manage to get here?

Have you brought little Kolya?

How are you now?

That, my dear, you must ask the doctor.

There, you see how strangely fate has
brought us together?

He looks after me all the time.

Mary came from Riyadh, son.

Really?

So you've met Count Nicholas, Mary?

Yes.

He wrote that he took a great liking to
you. If you like him too, it would be a

good thing if you were to get married.

Why talk of me, Andre?

Would you like to see little Kolya?

He's outside.

I'd be very glad to see him.

Is it too much for you, all this
talking?

No, it's worse for Mary.

I want to tell her so many things, but I
don't seem to be able to

Kiss

him

Kolya kiss your father

Kolya?

No one is permitted to cry in this room,
you know.

Not children, and not grown -ups either.

I think you'd better go out and play
now.

He's a handsome little boy.

What is it, Mary?

Is it about the child?

You know the gospel?

The fowls of the air sow not, neither do
they reap, yet your father feedeth

them.

That's why you mustn't cry.

Come sit beside me.

The hardest thing is to keep alive.

I had

a

wonderful dream.

I saw a door.

I could see beyond it.

I dreamt that I died.

And as I died, I awoke.

Yes.

Death is an awakening.

You see?

It's all so simple.

Is it over?

Where is he now?

Where has he gone?

What is this?

What is this?

Here we are.

The masters of the capital of the
largest country in the world.

We don't have a single civilian mouth to
feed and even so I get these reports.

The stocks are dwindling. Food is...

Disappearing. Ammunition is on fire. The
danger point is approaching.

Who writes out these reports?

Who is taking steps to correct them?

I brought the greatest army in Europe
into this city.

What do I see around me now? A mob of
looters and drunkards.

They are not soldiers anymore.

They are rag pickers.

Junk men!

Kutuzov must have sent emissaries to ask
for the terms of surrender.

What happens?

Are they detained at the outposts? Are
they shot?

Sire, I myself have given explicit
instructions to all the commanders of

outposts. There have been no emissaries
from the Russian commander -in -chief.

I'll go out into the streets and pick
the first insulters I can find who are

not... drunk and put them in your place.

I warn you, gentlemen, I cannot sit here
much longer watching my army

decay.

Close the windows.

are flying south.

What if we are trapped here through
winter?

Time and patience.

Patience and time.

The Grand Army is wounded.

But is it mortally wounded?

An apple should not be plucked while
it's green.

Patience and time.

A special courier, Your Excellency.

Excellency, the French are preparing to
leave Moscow.

Come closer.

Excellency, would you like me to...

I thank thee, O Lord.

Russian women.

They're the lice that live on the
conker.

They have to leave with him or die.

Attack.

The word attack is always on your
tongues.

Gentlemen, they came into our country
like locusts, leaving nothing

behind, food nor shelter.

Now they're going back the way they
came, through the desolation they made

themselves.

A cold, hungry army, 2 ,000 miles from
home.

Doing whatever a Russian wants.

Leaving our country with all possible
speed.

The country is destroying them.

And the Russian army? Since Borodino,
the Russian army has been in constant

retreat. Now it must attack.

For what?

I wouldn't give one Russian soldier for
ten Frenchmen.

Those retreats?

have brought about the destruction of
the French army and will bring about the

liberation of our country.

The animal is running.

We will follow it and flick its haunches
with whips

to encourage it to keep moving.

We will follow it to the borders of our
country.

We will offer the French

A golden bridge to the west.

Thank you.

Douglas will be shot.

Get up.

Get up. Keep moving.

Count to a thousand. Start again. Keep
my feet going.

My feet are numb.

You've never needed them before, have
you?

Gentlemen riding carriages on horseback.

I've lived my whole life on foot.

Yet you'll outlast me.

Start again.

One.

I have a dispatch from the commander -in
-chief.

Come then.

How did you find us?

Some peasants in the village below told
me.

Dragoons?

Yes, sir, dragoons.

How many infantrymen?

Maybe a hundred.

What, two hundred?

Yes, sir, perhaps two hundred.

Perhaps, perhaps. Get out of here before
I lose my temper.

Out!

When was he captured?

Last night.

But we won't keep him long.

I usually do not take prisoners.

What is this dispatch?

It's my general's dispatch, sir.

Who are you?

Ensign Rostov, sir.

Rostov? You have a brother, Nicholas?

Yes, sir. You know him? Yes.

Pull back immediately to join the main
army.

And prepare for a general attack when
the French attempt to cross the Beresina

River.

Rostov, you didn't find me tonight. You
didn't find me to give me this till

tomorrow. Why, sir?

The French column of stragglers.

I'm going to attack them tomorrow
morning.

One last fight.

Let me go. No. I'll say I didn't find
you tonight if you let me fight too,

I'll make you a bargain. No, no, no, no.
Yes, sir, let me go.

It's a bargain.

But you keep out of trouble or you will
make trouble for me with the general.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Go and eat something.

Now, I will move in through the forest.

You take your men around to the other
side of the valley during the night and

ready to attack at my signal.

Right. Any reserves?

No reserves.

This is our last fight, and we're not
going to hold back anything.

Ensign, you want some?

Thank you.

Hungry? Have this.

Thank you very much.

Remember, stay behind me at all times.

Charge!

You must have wished often you had
killed me in that stupid duel.

You probably haven't heard that Helen
died in St. Petersburg.

Finally, I want to ask you to forgive me
for the harm I did you.

I don't know what to do with them.

He wouldn't stay behind.

It was a game for him.

His saber was a toy.

I never take prisoners.

full service.

The victory is complete and Russia will
not forget you.

Well, shall we see what's happened to
the rest of the house?

Come on, Mary.

Sonia, why don't you see what the
kitchen's like?

Yes, surely. For coffee, you might find
some tea.

Yes, miss.

Will you look at the cellar, Vasilich?

Very well.

Nothing's happened.

We have a house.

Half a house.

Isn't it wonderful?

Mama, you can come and rest.

We're home.

Dunyasha, make Mama a cold compress.

And, uh... Oh, take this footstool.

She always likes that.

And the baby can go in my room. Whoop.

Up you go.

There.

You see, Mary, you're going to have a
born optimist as a father -in -law.

I have loved you from the first moment I
saw you.

Hurry up, Nicholas!

You're delaying the trip to the country!

You were worried when we heard you were
taken prisoner.

You've come back.

You're like this house.

You suffer, you show your wounds.

But you stand.