[SERVANT] May I present the Countess Natalya Rostova
[MARY] Oh Oh, hello Won’t you come in?
[NATASHA] Hello
(Natasha and Mary awkwardly move to a table in silence.)
[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
(The Prince enters in his underthings.)
[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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
