The Duel

Good evening, Pierre

Studying?

Yes

How was the opera?

Lovely

Natalya Rostova was there

Oh

Oh, that charming young girl?

I′ve known her since she was a child

And long carried affection for her

Yes, charming

Look, Dolokhov's coming round

And we are off to the club

Will you come, old man?

I will come

Lend me fifty roubles

Drink, drink

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna drink gonna drink gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna

Drink drink

Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna, gonna drink gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight

Drink with me, my love

For there′s fire in the sky

And there's ice on the ground

Either way, my soul will die

Whoa

The doctors warn me that with my corpulence

Vodka and wine are dangerous for me

But I drink a great deal

Only quite at ease

After pouring several glasses mechanically into my large mouth

Then I feel a pleasant warmth in my body

A sentimental attachment to my fellow men

Keep drinking, old man

Keep drinking, old man

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking, old man

Keep drinking, old man

Drink the whole night through

Keep drinking, old man

Now, Anatole, what women tonight?

Moscow ladies or gypsy girls?

French actresses?

Just no more unmarried heiresses -

So plain and boring!

And a little too dangerous, eh?

Anatole is a married man

A fact known only to his intimates

A Polish landowner of some small means

Had forced him to marry his daughter

Never mind about that now

It doesn't matter

I don′t give a damn

Just as a duck is made to swim in water

God has made me as I am

All I care for is gaiety and women

And there′s no dishonour in that

As long as there's money and vodka

I′ll keep a feather in my hat

Whoa

Whoa

I used to love, I used to love, I used to be better!

Keep drinking, old man

Yes, drink, drink, drink

Drink, drink, drink

God, to think I married a man like you

Don't speak to me, wife

There is something inside of me

Dolokhov, pour me another!

Something terrible and monstrous -

Here′s to the health of married women!

And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth

Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!

Here′s to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women and their lovers

Here's to the health of married women

Here′s to the health of married women and their lovers

How dare you touch her!

You can′t love her!

Enough!

You bully, you scoundrel, I challenge you

Oh, a duel

Yes, this is what I like

He will kill you, stupid husband!

So I shall be killed!

What is it to you?

Anatole, my guns

Oh! This is horribly stupid

Just show me where to go, and tell me when to shoot

Just wait 'til you′re close enough

You'll never hit him from forty paces

Well, let′s begin

This is child's play

As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation

We shall please proceed with the duel

Ready your pistols

And at the count of three

Begin to advance

Rahz, dva, tri!

Pierre, hold your fire

Pierre, hold your fire

Pierre, not yet

No! My turn!

My turn

Pierre, stand back

Missed, missed!

Oh, my mother, my angel

My adored angel mother

Take him away

Missed, missed!

Such a storm of feelings

You are a fool

Natasha, Natasha

Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her feet

The air of a conoisseur

I will make love to her

And what will come of it?

She′s first rate, my dear, but she's not for you

You'd better wait ′til she′s married

You know, I adore little girls

They lose their heads at once

Ask her to dinner, eh?

Sweet sister