me.
I'd give everything for a moment of
glory, for an instant of triumph,
for the love of men
I don't even know.
And what if there were nothing
left but to die?
Well, if I had to,
I should do that as well as anyone.
Your Excellency,
your orders have been executed.
What are they doing?
Good morning,
Your Excellency!
Attention!
Why don't you begin,
Mikhail Illarionovich?
I'm waiting, Sire. Not all the
columns have had time to form up.
We're not at a parade,
Mikhail Illarionovich,
where they don't begin
until everyone's there.
That is exactly why I wait, Sire,
because it's not a parade
and we're not at Tsaritsyn Field.
However, if such is your command,
Your Majesty...
At five o'clock that afternoon,
the battle was irretrievably lost
on all fronts.
- The enemy's there.
- No!
Look!
That's it, men!
Hold it! Where are you going?
Are you wounded?
My real wound is over there.
Stop them!
Oh, Bolkonsky, what's going on?
Forward, boys!
How quiet it is. How peaceful
and yet how majestic.
It's so different from all
the charging and shouting we made.
How is it that I'd never noticed
this boundless sky before?
And how happy I am to have
found it at last!
Yes, all is vanity and deception,
except that boundless sky.
There is nothing, nothing,
except that.
But perhaps even this sky
does not exist,
perhaps there is nothing at all
but stillness and peace.
God be praised!
That's a beautiful death.
End of Part One
PART TWO
Denissov! We're home!
Nicky!
Nicky!
Candles! Tea! I didn't expect!
Nicky, my dear!
What about me?
Vassily Denissov.
Your son's friend.
Welcome!
I know, Nicky wrote about you.
Natasha, Vera, here's Denissov.
We are happy to meet you.
Oh, how good it is. Splendid!
Princess Maria!
Andrei?
I've just got news. He's not
a prisoner, nor is his body found.
Kutuzov writes me...
he was killed.
Father, don't turn away.
Let's weep together.
The scoundrels! The murderers!
They destroy the army,
the people. What for?
Go and tell Lisa.
Father, tell me
how it happened.
Go on.
Killed on the battlefield where
the best Russian men and Russian
glory were led to their death.
Go on, Princess Maria! Go and
tell Lisa. I'll be right with you.
Marie, let me have your hand.
There... Do you feel it?
It feels so strange.
And you know, Marie,
I'm going to love him so much.
What's the matter, Marie?
Nothing.
I just feel sad.
Feel sad about Andrei.
Have you got any news from him?
No. You know it's too early
to get any news.
But Father is worried,
and I'm scared.
So, nothing?
Nothing.
Mitya, ride to our country estate
and tell Maxim the gardener
to pay his due to the landowner.
By Friday I'll need here
two hundred pots.
Besides, we'll need singers,
strawberries and pineapples.
Don't worry, Count, now that
young Bezukhov is here,
we can get everything
from his hothouses.
Yes, you tell Bezukhov to come
too. I'll include him in the list.
- Is he here with his wife?
- My friend, he is so unhappy.
That young Bezukhov is such
a heavenly, sublime soul.
I'll try to cheer him up.
What happened anyway?
Dolokhov, Maria Ivanovna's son,
has compromised her reputation.
Pierre introduced him to society,
invited to his St. Petersburg home...
Now she came to Moscow and
this dare-devil followed her.
They say Pierre
is absolutely heart-broken.
Tell him to come
to the club anyway.
He will forget about everything.
We'll have quite a party!
What's the matter with you?
Don't you hear it?
To the health of our Emperor!
I hadn't recognized you.
Wouldn't you like to renew
old acquaintances?
Forget him. He's a fool.
To the health of the hero
of our last campaign,
His Highness Pyotr Ivanovich
Bagration!
Crowned with laurels and with glory
For your famous, heroic deeds,
Russia's pride that's great in story,
Fate has brought you in our midst!
After battle find your peace
In your fellow citizens' circle.
We have heard many a time
Of your