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to get upstairs, man.
Tell them to bring a bottle.
I'll do it.
Listen, I'll take your bet,
but we'll do it tomorrow.
And now we're going to pay
a visit to the actresses!
Let's go!
And we'll take Bruin with us too!
Prince Vassily is here.
Count Bezukhov must be
in a really bad state.
I feel so sorry for
poor Count Bezukhov.
His health is so wretched already
that the pranks of his son could
very well be the death of him.
What have they done now?
The three of them
dug up a bear somewhere
and took him in a carriage
to see the actresses.
They captured a policeman,
strapped him and the bear together
and threw them into the Moika.
The bear was swimming
with the officer riding him.
I can imagine, ma chere, what
a look the officer had on his face!
It's horrid! What's so funny
about it, Count?
Dolokhov has been reduced
to the ranks,
as for Anatole Kuraghin, his
father had the affair hushed up,
and Pierre Bezukhov has been
exiled to Moscow.
I hope no one in Moscow
will receive him.
I declined to do so,
most emphatically.
I have daughters.
Still, you know, ma chere,
it was a fine trick.
Just think of the figure that
police officer cut in the water!
Monsieur Pierre.
Here she is!
My pet, whose name-day it is!
You keep spoiling her, Ilya.
How are you, my dear?
Many happy returns!
- A charming child.
- Pure quick silver! Takes after me.
Yes, they're wonderful kids.
Sonya! What's the matter?
What's wrong?
- It's nothing. Leave me alone.
- Nothing matters in this world.
You alone are everything for me.
I'll prove it to you.
- I don't like it when you say so.
- I won't. Forgive me, Sonya.
It's so wonderful.
Boris, come over here.
I have to tell you something.
Over here.
I wonder what is this something.
Kiss the doll.
You don't want to?
Come on, come here.
More closer.
Would you like to kiss me?
Let me congratulate you
on this occasion, my dear.
And you, old sinner,
feeling bored in Moscow?
There's nothing much you can do.
When your little birds grow up,
you have to get them husbands.
How are you, sweet little
Cossack of mine?
I know you're a rascal,
but I love you just the same.
Come here, my young friend.
Here, I said.
I used to tell your father the truth
when he needed to be told.
As for you, I feel it's my sacred
duty to do the same.
Some hero, isn't he?
A pretty kettle of fish indeed!
Your father lies on his death-bed
and you amuse yourself.
Tying a police officer
to the back of a bear!
Shame on you, dear!
You'd do better to go to war.
Well, now, I think,
it's time for dinner.
The manifesto on the declaration
of war has already been out.
I myself saw it in St. Petersburg.
It's been delivered to
the commander-in-chief in Moscow.
Why in the devil should we go
to war against Bonaparte?
He has cut down Austria to size,
it's going to be our turn next.
It's for the reason, my dear sir,
that the Emperor knows what to do.
Well, Yeryoma,
you'd be better off staying home,
fixing your spinning wheels.
This befits us better.
We always have to fight
to the last drop of our blood
and die for our Emperor.
And then everything
will be all right.
The less we debate
this thing the better.
That's what old Hussars think.
And what do you think,
young man and young Hussar?
I agree with you absolutely.
I'm convinced that Russians
must either die or win.
That's a real Hussar speaking,
young man!
What are you making such a row
about there?
Why are knocking on the table?
Who are you angry with?
As though you're confronting
the French.
I'm telling the truth.
We're talking about the war.
My son is going off.
I have four sons in the army,
and I don't worry.
It's all in God's hands.
One may die in one's bed, or God
may save you on the battlefield.
Yes, that's true.
You know that
I have sent for Pierre?
The Count, by pointing at his
portrait, demanded to see him.
There's something I've kept
praying for, my dear

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