[SERVANT]
May I present the Countess
Natalya Rostova
[MARY]
Oh
Oh, hello
Won’t you come in?
[NATASHA]
Hello
[MARY]
And from the first glance I do not like Natasha
Too fashionably dressed
Frivolous and vain
Her beauty, youth, and happiness
My brother’s love for her
And my father—
[BOLKONSKY]
I do not wish to see her!
[MARY]
I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak
[NATASHA]
I’m sorry the Prince is still ailing
[BOLKONSKY]
Songstress!
[NATASHA]
I am not afraid of anyone
But such hesitation
Such unnatural manners
And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary
Too plain and affected
Insolent and dry
I shrink into myself
Assume an offhand air
[MARY]
Which alienates me still more
[NATASHA & MARY]
Constrained and strained
Constrained and strained
Constrained and strained
Irksome
Irksome
[BOLKONSKY]
Oh!
[MARY]
Papa!
[BOLKONSKY]
Oh, so this is Natasha
Not much to look at
Says the mean old man in his underthings
I never dress for children or peasants
Says the mean old man in his underthings
[MARY]
And he looked at her once
Head to toe
And left muttering
[NATASHA]
I must take my leave
[MARY]
Please wait—
Dear Natalie
I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness
[NATASHA]
Is that the truth?
I think it is not convenient to speak of that now
Dear Princess
[MARY]
She said
With such dignity and coldness
[NATASHA]
What have I said, what have I done?
Crying like a child
Oh, they were so awful!
Oh, it all hurts so terribly
Andrey
Where are you?