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 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.