Ah, Anatole
Where are you off to?
Pierre, good man
Tonight I go away, on an adventure
You'll not be seeing me for some time
I've found a new pleasure
And I'm taking her away
I'll send you a letter from Poland
Ha! An elopement!
Fool, you are married already!
Don't talk to me of that!
I will not deprive myself of this one
Tonight!
I take her tonight! Lend me fifty rubles?
Ah, that's a true sage
Living in the moment
What I wouldn't give to be like him
The plan for Natalie Rostova's abduction
Had all been arranged
And the preparations made
On the day that Sonya decided to save her
That was the day
That the game was to be played
Natasha was to be on her back porch at ten
Anatole and his troika
Would scoop her up, and then
They'd ride forty miles
To the village of Kamenka
Where an unfrocked priest
Was to make them get wed
Then back into the troika, off they'd go—
Take the Poland highroad
To the wedding bed
Passports, horses, Ten-thousand rubles I have taken from my sister
And another ten-thousand
Raised with Dolokhov's help
We were gathered in my study
Drinking up some tea
Just Anatole
The two wedding witnesses, and me
An abacus and paper money
Strewn on the desk
Persian rugs and bearskins hanging grotesque
Anatole was walking
With his uniform unbuttoned
Walking to and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
To and fro
Now, wait!
You better just
Give it up now
Why don't you?
While there's still time!
You'd really better drop it all
Give it up, now
While there's still time!
Do you know—
What, teasing again?
Fool don't talk nonsense!
Go to the devil! Eh? Really!
This is no time for your stupid jokes!
I am not joking, I am talking sense
This is serious business
A dangerous business
Come here, come here
Come here, Anatole!
Why would I joke about it
Me of all people?
Who found the priest
Raised the money
Got the passports
Got the horses?
And well I thank you for it
Do you think that I am not grateful?
And now you'll carry her away
But will they let it stop there?
You haven't thought this through
Or do you just don't care?
Now listen to me tell it to you one last time
They will take you to the court
And convict you for your crime
Already married
And you're playing with a little girl
Don't you know
Don't you think
Don't you know?
Nonsense, nonsense!
I'm scowling and grimacing
Didn't I explain it to you
Didn't I, what?
And here, Anatole
With the stubborn attachment
Small-minded people have
For conclusions they've worked out
For themselves
Repeated his argument to me for the
Hundredth time
If this marriage isn't valid
Then I'm off the hook
But if it is valid
It really doesn't matter—
No one abroad is gonna know a thing about it
Isn't that so, now, don't you know?
Don't talk to me
Don't, don't
What, what!
Ah, go to hell, now
I'm a-clutching my hair
It's the very devil!
Here, feel how it beats!
Ah, mon cher, mon cher
Quel pied, quel regard!
What a foot she has
A glance!
A goddess!
And my handsome lips
Mutter something tender to myself
It's time
It's time!
Now then! Nearly ready?
You're dawdling!
The driver is here
The driver is here
Balaga is here!
