Natasha & Bolkonskys

May I present the Countess, Natalya Rostova

Oh

Oh, hello

Won't you come in

Hello

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—

I do not wish to see her!

I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak

I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing

Songstress!

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

Which alienates me still more

Constrained and strained

Constrained and strained

Constrained and strained

Irksome, irksome

Papa!

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

And he looked at her once

Head to toe

And left muttering

I must take my leave

Please wait—

Dear Natalie

I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness

Is that the truth?

I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess

She said

With such dignity and coldness

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?