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Your father is gravely ill in Moscow.

You are Count Bezukhov
now, my dear friend!

'You're the most brilliant man
I know! You could do anything!'

He's going off to the war and
sending me away to the country

to have my baby all alone.

No, please!!

I just wanted to come and
see Natasha on her name day.

I know I'm just the poor
relation and your mother

- would never let him marry me.
- Anything's possible.

And he does love you, I know it.

Russia hasn't lost a war in 100 years.

This monster, Bonaparte,
he's crossed into Austria now

and who's to say that
Russia won't be next?

- Don't put yourself in danger!
- Mamma, please don't fuss. I am a man now.

I request permission to join
Prince Bagration in this action.

If one quarter of them come
back tomorrow, I'll thank God.

Has Papa spoken to you?

What about?

He wants to marry us both off.

Pierre, Helene... congratulations!

- What's happened?
- We're engaged!

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I have to tell you that the
Minister of War is very busy

and may not be able to
see you this evening.

It's imperative that he does.

I've come directly from the battlefield.

My orders were to report to
the Austrian Emperor himself.

No, no, this is not how we do
things here, your Excellency.

I'll have to have a
word with the Minister.

He's asked to see the Emperor.

He will see you now. Please, come in.

So? You are from General Kutuzov?
And the reason for your visit?

To report the success of
the action at Schongrabern.

Here is the dispatch.

You call it a success, do you?

It seems of little consequence,
now the French have taken Vienna.

Coming after the defeat of
the Austrian army at Ulm, yes,

it was a success.

The French advance was stopped long
enough to allow our armies to regroup.

But there were terrible
casualties on our side, too.

We await Napoleon's next move.

Well, this is a war, you know.
One must expect some bloodshed.

General Kutuzov thought that

you'd like to hear some
good news, for a change.

Thank you. His Majesty will be informed.

And now, if you would
excuse me, I have work to do.

Or was there something else?

What are you looking at?

My lovely wife! I was just
thinking what a treasure I have.

Am I a treasure, then?

Oh, Lord, you are. You are
an inexhaustible treasure.

Full of wonderful, wonderful
secrets and delights.

The more I discover, the more it
seems is left to be discovered.

More secrets, more delights...
does that make sense?

Mmm.

Actually, I don't think
I am inexhaustible.

One can get a bit tired of
having one's secrets and delights

discovered all the time, over and over.

My love, forgive me. What
an inconsiderate brute I am.

You're not so bad.

But there are more things
to life, aren't there?

You are Count Bezukhov, after all.

Yes, I have been thinking about that.

And taking advice and so on.

I think one of the first things
we should do is make a tour

of all my estates in the country.

Well...

The thing is...

I'm not really awfully good at
coping with peasants and farms

and all that country
life, sort of thing.

And I have rather a lot
of engagements in the city.

I think it would be better
if you went on your own.

I'd only be a distraction, anyway.

Yes, but a wonderful,
wonderful distraction...

No, I think you should
start as you mean to go on.

Duty before pleasure.

Don't you think it'll do us good
to spend a little time apart?

If you say so.

Don't they say that absence
sharpens the appetite?

Mine doesn't really need
any sharpening, Helene.

You are a wicked, wicked man!

What is it, Papa?

Is it from Nikolai?

Yes, dear Nikki...

He...

He was wounded, but it's
all better now, he says.

And he's been promoted!

He's an officer now!

An officer of the line!

My little Nikki, an officer!

But wounded!

I know... What will I tell your mother?

Tell her about the promotion first.

Yes... Yes.

And he's really quite recovered?

So he writes.

Oh, thank God!

He says he's short of
money. That's our Nikki!

I'll send him some.

Nikolai was wounded in
battle, but it's all right

and he's been promoted!

Hurrah!

Did he kill many Frenchmen?

I don't know. Papa didn't say.

If I were him, I'd have
killed hundreds of them!

Petya! Petya!

You knew, didn't you?

- Yes.
- He writes to you?

He must really be in love with you.

I have to go.

What time is it? Parade's not till noon.

No, I've got an appointment.
My cousin, Boris Drubetskoy,

he's in the Guards.

Oh, very grand!

Can you take care of the bill for...

- I'll pay you back!
- Off you go, my boy.

Think nothing of it!

Come on... Come in with me and get warm!

Move up.

Rostov! I didn't expect you so soon!

Sorry, you know Captain
Berg? He's in our company.

Happy to make your acquaintance.

Well. You look... I don't know...
you look like a real cavalryman now.

And you look like the
cat that's got the cream.

You Guards get the best
of everything, don't you?

We do, we do... the receptions,
the dinners, the balls...

but you've been in action. Come
and sit and tell us all about it.

You were at Schongrabern? That
must have been some affair!

Yes. We, um, we were cut off,

so there was nothing for it but
to charge, head-on, sabres drawn.

There's no feeling like it,
Boris. Nothing in the world.

You have bullets flying around your
ears and you feel no fear, at all,

just a strange mixture
of joy and fury...

Don't get up. Please don't
let me interrupt you, sir.

Count Nikolai Rostov,
Prince Andrei Bolkonsky.

Please go on.

You were in the cavalry charge
in Schongrabern, you say?

Yes, I was there.

Yes. There are many
stories told of that action.

Perhaps, but the stories told by
the men who were actually there,

under enemy fire, in the thick of it,

are a different thing to the
stories told by fellows on the staff,

who get rewards for doing nothing.

And you consider me
one of those, do you?

I'm not talking about you!

I don't know you and I don't wish to.

I speak of the staff in general!

Let me tell you this...

You wish to insult me? I'd
be glad to teach you a lesson.

But this is hardly the time
or the place for duelling.

Very soon, we shall all be
engaged in something much greater

and more terrible than Schongrabern.

You save your valour
for that, Count Rostov.

I won't stay. We can settle
our business tomorrow.

I wish you all good day.

Damn him.

- He as good as called me a liar!
- Come, come. Drink up.

Some of us know a hero when we meet one.

"To Prince Nikolai Andreyich Bolkonsky.

My dear Prince, I shall shortly
be in your neighbourhood.

I am going to an inspection and my
son Anatole is keeping me company

on his way to the army. I hope
you will allow me to introduce him

to you and to your daughter,
the Princess Marya."

Damned impudence!

Papa, is she really very ugly?

No, of course not! She's said
to be a little on the plain side,

but perfectly acceptable.

More to the point, she
has impeccable breeding

and she'll bring a considerable
fortune to the marriage.

I need you to be on
your very best behaviour

and to treat the Princess and her
father with the utmost respect.

- Understood?
- Yes, Papa.

This is an innocent girl who
knows nothing of the world.

You must appear to her as
utterly pure and honourable.

I AM utterly pure and honourable.

I've never cared for Vassily Kuragin.

He's a schemer and a ladies' man.

No doubt his son's the same... or worse!

Of course, they're after
Marya for her money!

Well, no-one's going to
take her for her looks!

What?

Nothing, your Excellency.

What, I say?

Begging your pardon, Excellency.
I don't think you want to lose her.

What?!

Don't you presume to tell
me what I want or don't want!

She can marry if she likes!

Though she'll be unhappy, if she does.

There's no need for girls
to marry. No need at all.

They'd be much better
off staying at home.

It's a bad business, Tikhon!

Well, better get it over with.

What do you think?

Perhaps with her hair
done up high like this?

Oui, peut-�tre... Ooh, and with
a silk ribbon to tie it up...

Katya! Go and fetch us a
ribbon to match with the dress!

Courage! We are going to make
you look fit for a prince!

You know you have to make
a little effort, dear Marya.

Everybody does at these times.

What you do now could
change your whole life!

And try to smile, just a little bit!

This is your big day!

Ah, yes! That will look so sweet!

Now, let's see...

Oui, comme �a ! Voil�.

C'est...

... charmant.

Ah! Ah! Here she is!

Well, come in, girl!

Do you remember me at all, Princess?

Yes, very well, Prince Vassily.

This is my son, Anatole.

So, you've tarted yourself
up for our guests, have you?

Very fine, very fine!

You put your hair up in that
stupid fashion for our guests,

but I say to you, in front of
our guests, I don't care for it!

Mon pere, you mustn't blame
her. It was all my doing!

Well, there was no reason
to make herself look ugly.

She's plain enough as it is!
On the contrary, this hairstyle

is most becoming to the Princess.

Indeed, quite... charming.

Nonsense. So, you're off to
war, are you? Horse Guards?

No, sir, I've been
transferred to the Infantry.

Excellent. Very good.

To serve your Tsar and
country. What regiment?

Ah, I'm enlisted in...

What am I enlisted in, Papa?

"What am I enlisted in?"!

Ha! A fine warrior!

Doesn't know his own regiment!

I know, I know, it's a scandal.

- You're more for the ladies, I take it.
- I suppose I am, sir.

Yes, well, I'll leave you to it.

Impudent puppy.

Quite shy-making, all this, isn't it?

But you're not shy.

Indeed I am. I'm petrified of
your father. He's so fierce.

He has a quick temper.

Does he beat you?

No!

Well, that's... something, isn't it?

Does your father beat you?

Only when I've been very naughty.

I don't believe you!

You must know what it is I am
hoping for, my dear friend...

an alliance between our families.
My son and your lovely daughter...

Pish!

But I know how dear
the Princess is to you.

I could understand if you
couldn't bear to part with her...

Part with her? She can marry tomorrow!

But I won't have her taken advantage of!

You know my rules...
everything in the open!

I'll ask her tomorrow, in your presence.

If she wants him, let him
stay a while, and I'll see.

I'll be frank with you. I know
you see straight through people.

Anatole's not the brightest
button in the box...

... but he's a good boy,
an excellent son and...

.. he's one of us, you know.

I said I'll see, didn't I?

Let her marry him if she
wants. It's all the same to me.

Very good. I'm most grateful.

Goodnight, Princess.

Mademoiselle Bourienne.

When?

No!

When I've heard from your father

that you've learnt to behave yourself,

then I'll give you my hand to kiss!

Well, then, I shall wish
you ladies goodnight.

How did it go?

She's damnably dull looking,
isn't she, poor little thing!

But did she like you?

Oh, yes, I think so.

And could you put up
with her, do you think?

To please you, Papa? Yes, I could.

After all, we wouldn't
always be together.

She'd be off praying and
doing good works, I imagine.

The other one, though,
that French one...

Don't you dare!

No, no, of course not.

I was just saying.

How was it with the old man?

Hard going. But he wants
the best for his daughter.

And she wants me.

Oh, blessed Jesus.

Is it wrong to think a man so beautiful,

to... long for him to touch me?

Though I fear it, tell me if
that is what you want for me,

let me simply be the
instrument of your will.

Come in, come in, sit down.

Something to say to you.

Now, Miss, a proposal has been
made to me, concerning you.

And since you know my rules,
I'm referring it to you.

How might I understand you, Papa?

What I mean is,

Prince Vassily finds you to
his taste as a daughter-in-law,

so he's proposing to you, on behalf
of his son. What do you say to that?

Oh... I don't know what to say.

What do you think about it?

What do I think about it?
It's nothing to do with me!

No-one's proposing to me!

It's what you think,
Miss, that's the issue!

But I only want what
you want for me, Father.

But if you ask me, I do like him.

Oh, splendid!

So, he'll get you and your dowry

and he'll take her as well. You'll
be the wife and she'll be the...

Come, come, I'm only joking.

Perhaps you should go to
your room and think it over.

And in an hour, come to the
drawing room and say yes or no.

Yes or no, do you understand?

All right. Off with you!

Go on, off with you!

Oh!

Ah! Princess! It's not what you think!

Ah, here she is! Come in, girl.

My dear little Princess Marya,

I have always loved you
like my own daughter.

And now, the fate of
my son is in your hands.

There, you see.

The Prince is proposing to
you, on behalf of his son.

So, I ask you, do you or do you not

want to be the wife of
Prince Anatole Kuragin?

Answer yes or no and I retain my
right to express my opinion as well.

So, what is it, yes or no?

Father, my wish is never to leave you.

I don't want to marry at all.

What nonsense is this? Come here, girl!

There, there!

My dear Princess, this is a
moment I shall never forget.

Will you not give me a little
hope of touching so great,

so generous a heart?

Say that, perhaps...

the future is so large... Say, perhaps?

Princess Marya, I do hope I
haven't offended you in any way?

May I not return and try again?

Prince Vassily, er...

I have said all that I feel in my heart.

I thank you for the honour, but
I shall never be your son's wife.

Yes, well, that's the end of that, then!

Very good to see you,
Kuragin, and your boy

and I wish you both a safe journey.

Marya, go to your room. All done.

Very, very glad to see you, old
friend, and no hard feelings.

All done! Ha! Very good!

Well, that's done. Excellent! Very good.

Is it really him?

Hurrah for the Tsar! Hurrah!

Hurrah!

Fine men. Makes my heart
glad to see their eager faces.

I think we should have
a great victory tomorrow.

With respect, your Majesty, we
should not engage with Napoleon

at all tomorrow, or any time soon.

Bonaparte has withdrawn his
troops. He's asked for talks.

He's desperate to avoid a battle.
All my generals are in agreement

except for you.

Again, with respect, your Majesty,
that doesn't make them right.

And what would you do?

Retreat.

Retreat! I never hear
anything else from you.

Any more retreat would be humiliation.

I think you may be getting
too old for this game, Kutuzov.

My mind is made up.

We'll engage with him
here... and defeat him!

The die is cast.

What do you think will
happen tomorrow, your Grace?

I think we will lose this battle
and a great many men will die.

You're a married man, Bolkonsky?

Yes, my Lise is with child.

Ah.

I should have better
kept in touch with her.

I haven't been a very
affectionate husband.

But no use saying that now.

Write to her before you
sleep tonight, my boy.

It might be the last chance you get.

"My dearest Lise.

Forgive me for not
having written before.

I have been a neglectful husband.

But now I think of you with
nothing but tenderness and remorse.

Marya, I wear your icon and think
of you every day, my dear sister.

Papa... "

And yet, I give them all
up for one moment of glory.

Sire.

Madness.

Do we join the attack, your Grace?

- Hold your ground!
- But the orders are

to advance and engage the enemy
on their right flank, your Grace!

- Do you take your orders from me or not?
- Of course, your Grace.

Then, hold your ground! At least
we won't make fools of ourselves.

To hold this hill is
vital. Let them come to us.

Sir.

Ah... our glorious leader.

Your Majesty.

Kutuzov! Why have you not advanced?

Because that's what Napoleon
wants us to do, your Majesty.

But you understand the
disposition, do you not?

Perfectly, your Majesty. However,
if you order me to advance...

I do! Kindly give the order!

Forward!

Excellent.

I can't see a thing.

Where are we?

More to the point, where are the French?

Sir, look there.

Even worse than I thought.

Forward, at the double!

Rostov, ride over to Kutuzov. Are
we to advance or stand our ground?

Well, go on, man! Quick as you like!

It's all up, lads. Run for it!

Stop those men!

My God, Bolkonsky, what a shambles!

Forward, lads! Hurrah!

Where's General Kutuzov?

Answer me, damn you! Where is the Tsar?

I don't know, Excellency. They say
the Tsar's dead, and Kutuzov, too.

Wounded! Taken away on a cart!

Where?

That way, Excellency!

That'll do.

How beautiful.

How is it I've never seen this before?

We are all nothing, compared to
this clear, blue, infinite sky.

He looks like a fine young man.

Good way to die, you see.
Carrying the standard.

Oh, it's you. What do you want?

Are you going out this evening?

Yes. Why?

I was thinking we could go out
together. Or stay at home together.

Are you perfectly well, Pierre?

I've been thinking we should...

We should have a child, Helene.

Don't be silly. You know
I'm not the motherly type.

We get along all right,
don't we? Don't spoil things.

I'm not jealous, you can have
other women, as many as you like,

have children with them,
like your father. Why not?

I don't want other women. I want
us to be a proper husband and wife!

We are a proper husband and wife!

Now, stop fussing me.
You'll make me late.

Oh, by the way, I ran into Dolokhov
today. They're all back from war.

The poor fellow's penniless,

I said he could come and
stay here as long as he likes.

That brute?

He's my friend, Helene, and a war hero.

He's an insolent brute,
with no respect for women.

He is my friend, Helene, and you
will treat him as an honoured guest.

All right... Whatever you say.

Look! Those lights! That's our house!

Wake up! We're here!

Already?

Nikki!!

Nikki! My darling boy!

I didn't know you'd be here so soon!

Well, I wanted to surprise you!

Dear Mama!

Vassily Denisov, friend of your son.

Yes, yes, I know, I
know! You're very welcome!

This man taught me all
I know about soldiering!

Looked after him, as best I could.

Well then, you are doubly welcome,
my dear Denisov! Are you hungry?

Yes.

Let's find you something to eat!

Is this one yours, Nikolai?

That one's mine.

Nikolai, are you awake? Come
out, I want to talk to you!

Look, Denisov's sabre! He
killed four Frenchmen with this!

Close the door, Petya!

Come out, Nikki, I want to talk to you!

All right!

I wanted to talk to you. About Sonya.

What about her?

How do you really feel about her?

Is she the only one for you?

Why do you ask that now?

Because it's very important.
For her, if not for you.

Of course she's important to me.

Well, then?

Well, it's simple.

I gave her my word and I
never go back on my word.

No, no, that's duty, not love.

I do love her, Tasha,

but how can I say that I'll never
fall in love with anyone else?

Hmm?

What does she say?

She adores you, but she doesn't
want you to be bound by your word.

She wants you to be free.

She's so good.

Yes, she is, but if
you keep her hanging on

and then break your word,
you'll break her heart.

I could never do that, Tasha.

Well, remember you said that.

Good morning, good
morning, good morning!

Prince Bolkonsky, has there
been any news from the front?

Not as far as I know.
Tikhon, any post today?

Yes, your Excellency, you remember,

about the disposition
of the local militia.

- Nothing else?
- No, your Excellency.

Well, go on, then, don't hang about!
And you would do much better to

occupy yourself with something useful,

instead of making yourself
miserable with apprehension!

Oh yes, yes, we're all worried.
No need to make a show of it.

Here he is!

Countess.

Your wife is even more beautiful
than I remember, Bezukhov.

Thank you, Dolokhov. I
understand you're a war hero now.

Well, you know, there are three
things I love to do... fight, drink

and... I can't remember the other one.

I think you are an absolute ruffian.

- I can't deny it.
- I hope you will

make yourself at home here.

Thank you! I shall!

Don't, don't... !

Let's have a drink!

Helene!

I just want to say thank you for
making poor Dolokhov so welcome.

Oh, Pierre.

- What?
- Can't you see he's

making a fool out of you?

Hell of a woman, that.

You think so?

Yes... Yes, she is, isn't she?

For the Master.

Yes?

Is that the letter
that came this morning?

Yes, it is.

Is it about Andrei?

Yes, it is about your brother.

General Kutuzov writes
that he died a hero.

Kutuzov saw him fall,

carrying the standard
and leading an attack.

Unfortunately, his name
doesn't appear amongst the dead.

Kutuzov gives that as a reason
to hope, but what hope is there?

Of course, he is dead.

Papa, don't turn away from
me. Let's weep together!

Villains! Scoundrels!

The army is led by blockheads,
who don't know how to fight.

All they know is how to lead fine
Russian men to be slaughtered!

And now your brother's dead! He's dead!

Leave me alone. Go and
tell his wife. Go on! Go on!

Marie! Come here. Give me your hand.

There. There, do you feel it?

Yes.

It's so strange. As
if he's talking to us!

I am going to love him so
much. I love him already!

What is it, Masha?

I'm just sad. Sad about
Andrei, that's all.

Why? Have you heard something?

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no. It's
too early for any news,

it's just Papa worries and
I'm frightened. That's all.

Are you sure? You frightened me!

Lise. There's no news.

I must go back to Papa.

I didn't tell her.

And you must not tell her, either.

She is in such a delicate state,

and so close to her confinement, I...

All right.

Do you agree?

I said all right! Thank
you! That's the end of it!

Mm!

Dolokhov, really!

Funny how it always tastes better
from another fellow's plate.

- Hello!
- Hello.

All right, remember me?

You're a fine fellow!

You've all grown. I'd
have hardly recognised you!

Look who's come to visit us!

Oh, Pierre! We haven't seen you in ages!

Now I see you, I wish I'd
come sooner. How are you all?

Nikolai! You're a real
man now, I can tell.

Something's changed in you, I think.

For the good, I hope.

Yes, yes, of course!

My friend Captain Vassily
Denisov, of the Pavlograd Hussars.

I'm privileged to meet you, sir.

I feel ashamed of my lazy life
when I see men like you and Nikolai.

Heroes. I should have been with you.

I used to think of
Napoleon as a hero, you see.

And perhaps he was, once, but not
now. He seems to think of nothing

but conquest and glory.
He had to be stopped!

I was wrong.

Papa's hosting a banquet
for our returning soldiers!

I hope you will come, Pierre?

Yes, yes, indeed. It will be an
honour to drink to their health!

Talking of heroes, isn't
Dolokhov making his home with you?

Yes. Yes, he is.

It was so kind of you to take him in.

Well, one does what one can.

Splendid fellow.

It's so good to be
here with you all again.

What is it, Pierre? Why are you sad?

It's nothing. I'm not sad.

Just happy to see you.

I thought you might have
brought the Countess.

Sadly, she's otherwise engaged.

What a vile creature you are, Dolokhov.

And don't you love it?!

I hate you. You're an animal.

Ah!

What is it, dearest?

I don't know.

I think something in my breakfast
must have disagreed with me.

Look at her. She's very pale!

Hadn't we better send
for Maria Bogdanovna?

Yes, I think you're right,
I'll go and see to it.

Courage, mon ange!

No! Can it be, so soon?

But surely it's just a stomach ache?

It's best to be on the
safe side, ma cherie.

When did this come?

- Just now, your Excellency.
- Thank you.

"Perhaps you should get some
new spectacles, Count Bezukhov,

then you might see what
everyone sees but you...

your wife's affair with Dolokhov."

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm going out.

Are you going to the
men's dinner this evening?

Yes. No! I don't know! I
suppose I might, as well.

Why not? Your disgusting
friend Dolokhov's going.

Try not to drink too
much, the pair of you!

Princess, someone's come down the
avenue. A coach, with lanterns!

Oh, thank God. The doctor, at last!

Quickly! Are you the doctor?

Andrei!

Dear Masha!

Is it really you?

Come inside, quickly!

I can't... I can't bear it!

There, there. Not long now.

Courage, ma petite.

My darling!

If you would wait outside,
your Excellency. I must insist,

it's for the best.

No, no, you mustn't come in!

Your son, Your Excellency?

Come, Prince Bagration, cheer up.

You're our guest of honour, you know.

Yes, that's Russia for you.
Suffer a terrible defeat,

and they praise you to the skies.

No, no, we'll have none of that!

All our commanders are first-class
men. We'll thrash Napoleon yet.

To the health of our sovereign Emperor

and to our fearless Prince Bagration!

Bezukhov, the Emperor!

Hurrah!

The choir will now sing a cantata
in praise of our great General

and souvenir copies of the
music will be distributed.

To the husbands of pretty women!

Hear, hear!

To the health of beautiful women!

Eh? To the health of
beautiful women, Petrushka,

and their lovers!

Don't you dare take what is mine!

Really, Petrushka, what is the matter?

Scoundrel! I challenge you!

I challenge you!

I accept.

Synced and corrected by caioalbanezi & VitoSilans
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