[SONYA] Early Sunday morning Natasha and I lit a candle Looked in the mirror
[NATASHA] I see my face
[SONYA] Don’t be silly
They say you can see your future In the long row of candles Stretching back and back and back Into the depths of the mirror In the dim confused last square You’ll see a coffin or a man Everyone sees a man
[NATASHA] I see the candles Stretching back So far away I see the mirrors I see a shape in the darkness Is it him or is it— He’s lying down Oh Sonya why is he lying down? I’m so frightened!
Andrey will never come Or something will happen to me before he does
[MARYA D.] Sunday morning! Time for church!
[NATASHA] I suffer more now than before The theater and Anatole That man who aroused such terrible feelings I don’t understand Have I broken faith with Andrey? Am I guilty?
[SONYA] After church, Marya left for Prince Bolkonsky’s
[MARYA D.] The rudeness of that man! I’ll straighten him out!
[NATASHA] That terrible old Prince I can’t bear to think of it I’ll shut myself in my room And try on new dresses
[SONYA] And just after Marya left There was a knock at the door Natasha had just turned her head to the glass When she heard a voice that made her flushTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
