Pierre & Andrey

Well, how are you?

Still getting stouter?

There's a new wrinkle

On your forehead, old friend

It's good to see you

I've been away too long

My friend, you are in need

Your face is gloomy

No, I am well

There's a war going on

Forgive me for troubling you

I received a refusal from Countess Rostova

And have heard reports of your brother-in-law

Having sought her hand,

Or something of that kind

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Here are her letters

Please give them to the Countess

Natasha is ill

She has been at death's door

I much regret her illness

And he smiled like his father—

Coldly, maliciously

Well, it doesn't matter

You told me once

A fallen woman should be forgiven

But I didn't say that I could forgive—

I can't

Yes, ask her hand again,

Be magnanimous, and so on, yes,

That would be very noble

But I can't be that man

If you wish to be my friend,

Never speak of that again

Well, goodbye.