Stand fast!
Forward march! Fan out!
Battery, fire!
Every point in our position
is in the enemy's hands,
and we haven't the troops
to drive them back.
The men are fleeing
and it's impossible to stop them.
I did not consider I had the right
to conceal from you what I saw.
Our troops are in complete
disorder.
How dare you...
How dare you, sir,
tell me that?
You know nothing about it.
The enemy's been repulsed on the
left and defeated on the right flank.
If you have seen amiss, sir,
then don't talk of things
about which you know nothing.
Will you be so kind as to go
to General Barclay now
and inform him of my intention
to attack the French tomorrow.
The enemy is defeated!
Tomorrow we will drive him out
of the holy land of Russia!
Rayevsky! Here he is, my hero!
Your Highness, our men are
holding their ground firmly.
The French are not venturing
a further attack.
Kaissarov! Sit down and write
tomorrow's order of the day.
And you, ride down the line and
announce that tomorrow we attack.
But all that evening,
and next day,
reports came in, one after another,
of staggering losses,
of the loss of half the army.
And another battle
proved physically impossible.
...Sleep, my baby, my Andrei...
Lullaby, lullaby,
Sleep, my baby, do not cry.
Little birdie, don't meddle,
Stop a-rocking our cradle.
Lullaby, lullaby...
My God! What is this?
What is he doing here?
Dark and somber drowsiness
Visits every home and nest.
Lullaby, lullaby,
Sleep, my baby, do not cry.
On the couch, on the bed
Golden slumber in each head.
Lullaby, lullaby...
And not only for that hour and day
were the mind and conscience
darkened in that man, on whom
the burden of all that had happened
lay more heavily than on others.
Never,
down to the end of his life,
had he the least comprehension
of good, of beauty,
of truth, of the significance
of his own acts,
which were too far opposed
to truth and goodness,
too remote
from everything human
for him to be able to grasp
their significance.
He could not disavow
his own acts,
that were lauded by half the world,
and so he was forced
to disavow truth
and goodness and everything human.
Enough, enough, men! Stop!
Consider! What are you doing?
To the men on both sides,
exhausted for want of food and rest,
the doubt began to come
whether they should still persist
in slaughtering one another.
Slay whom you will,
do whatever you will,
but I have had enough.
And yet, some unfathomable
and mysterious force
led these men on
and kept up the fearful work,
which was done
independently of their wills.
A moral victory,
that which compels the enemy
to recognize
the moral superiority of his
opponent, and his own impotence,
was won by the Russians
at Borodino.
The direct consequence
of the battle of Borodino
was Napoleon's causeless flight
from Moscow,
the ruin of the invading army
of five hundred thousand men,
and the downfall
of the Napoleonic rule,
on which,
for the first time at Borodino,
was laid the hand
of a foe of stronger spirit!
End of Part ThreeMOSFIL
LEO TOLSTOY
WAR AND PEACE
PIERRE BEZUKHOV
Directed by
Sergei BONDARCHUK
Screen Adaptation by
Sergei BONDARCHUK, Vassily SOLOVIOV
Director of Photography
Anatoly PETRITSKY
Production Designers
Mikhail BOGDANOV, Gennady MIASNIKOV
Music by
Vyacheslav OVCHINNIKOV
Sound by
Yuri MIKHAILOV, Igor URVANTSEV
English Subtitles by
Tatiana Kameneva
Starring
Sergei BONDARCHUK as Pierre Bezukhov
Liudmila SAVELYEVA as Natasha Rostova
Vyacheslav TIKHONOV
as Andrei Bolkonsky
V. STANITSIN
as Ilya Andreyevich Rostov
K. GOLOVKO as Countess Rostova
S. ERMILOV as Petya Rostov
I. GUBANOVA as Sonya
A. SHURANOVA as Princess Maria
A. SYOMIN as Nikolushka
B. SMIRNOV as Prince Vassily
A. STEPANOVA as Scherer
Boris ZAKHAVA as Kutuzov
M. KHRABROV as Karatayev
N. RYBNIKOV as Denissov
S. CHEKAN as Tikhon Shcherbaty
Vladislav STRZHELCHIK
as Napoleon
Jean-Claude BALLARD as