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Yu. MILLYAR as Morel
B. MOLCHANOV as Davoust
L. POLYAKOV as Lauriston
The question we're meeting to
to discuss is the question of the war.
The question is:
The salvation of Russia
lies in her army.
Is it better to risk the loss of
the army and of Moscow
by giving battle, or to abandon
Moscow without a battle?
This is the question
on which I want your opinion.
I do not consider that the game
is lost.
The only way in which we may
still save our holy city
is to launch an attack upon
the adversary.
Can it be that I'm the one who let
Napoleon get so close to Moscow?
And when did I do that?
When was this frightful
business decided?
He was horrified at the thought
of the order he had to issue.
Well, gentlemen...
I take it that it's up to me
to pay the piper.
Gentlemen, I have heard your
Some of you will not agree
with me, but I...
I, by the authority entrusted in me
by my Czar and my country,
give the order to retreat.
This I did not expect!
This I never thought of!
You should get some rest,
Your Highness.
Oh no!
I shall make them eat horsemeat,
just like the Turks!
They will, too! If only...
During the night of September 1,
Kutuzov's order to retreat through
Moscow by the Ryazan road
was issued to the troops.
Do you know, ma chere,
I wanted to tell you...
My dear Countess,
an officer came to me
to ask for carts to carry
the wounded.
Unload the carts!
Use them for the wounded men!
Give all the carts to the wounded.
Take all our trunks and store them.
Should I dismiss the cabman?
Yes, Guerasim. Could you do
exactly as I tell you?
- You wish something to eat?
- No. Now I need other things.
Could you get some peasant's
clothes and a pistol for me?
- Whose carriage is that?
- The wounded Prince is in it.
Who is he?
Our betrothed that was, Prince
Bolkonsky. They say he's dying.
Well, God be with us.
Look, it's him!
I swear it's Bezukhov!
Pyotr Kirillovich, come here!
We recognized you!
What are you doing?
Why are you dressed like that?
- What's wrong, Count?
- What?
Don't ask me.
- Are you staying in Moscow?
- Yes, I'm staying.
If I were a man,
I'd stay here with you.
Mama, let me stay in the city,
- We heard you were at the battle?
- Yes.
There'll be another battle tomorrow.
- But what is the matter, Count?
- Don't ask me...
I don't know myself.
These are frightful times.
Goodbye and good luck.
He suddenly felt that everything
was at an end, in a state of chaos,
and crumbling to pieces,
that there would be no future,
and that the present situation
offered no escape.
There she is, that holy capital!
There she is, lying at my feet,
awaiting her fate.
A strange, beautiful,
majestic city.
But why is the deputation from
the city so long in coming?
To arms! Board them!
Do you see it? Run them down!
My goodness, here they are!
Four of them, horsemen!
Master not here.
No understand... me you.
No understand...
Run them down!
- You are not wounded?
- I think not.
you shall pay for it!
Please, forgive this drunken
You have saved my life.
You are French?
I'm Captain Ramball.
- I'm Russian.
- Tell that to others.
What are we to do with this man?
All right, I grant you his pardon.
What is your name?
M. Pierre, you say?
That's all I want to know.
I owe you
a fine votive candle.
I have bullets enough
in my body.
Here is one from Wagram,
and two from Smolensk.
And the leg -
at the great battle of Moscow.
It was fine!
You cut us out a tough job.
I was there.
Really? So much the better.
You are courageous enemies.
Fine fellows!
So you're a soldier, like ourselves!
So much the better, M. Pierre.
Is it true that all the women
have left Moscow?
What had they to fear?
Wouldn't French ladies quit Paris
if the Russians came?
- That's a good one. But Paris...
- Paris is the capital of the world.
Paris - it is Talma, la Duschenois,
Potier, the Sorbonne,


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