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 feats, gallant and bold.
It's a pleasure as sublime
For all Moscow you to behold.
After battle find your peace
In your fellow citizens' circle.
And now let's drink to the health
of beautiful women!
You can't see too well
through your glasses.
Your wife's liaison with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.
You can't see too well
through your glasses.
Your wife's liaison with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.
To beautiful women, Petrousha,
and to their lovers.
You can't see too well
through your glasses.
Your wife's liaison with Dolokhov
is a secret to no one but yourself.
Don't you dare take it!
No, I will keep it!
You... You are a scoundrel!
You will give me satisfaction!
Maybe I'd have done the same
thing in Dolokhov's place.
It's even certain that I'd have
done the same.
Then why this duel? This murder?
I should go away, run,
hide somewhere!
At this moment, a very solemn one
for you, Count,
I wouldn't be doing my duty
if I didn't speak frankly.
In my opinion, there're not
sufficient grounds for this duel,
the matter's not worth
blood being shed over.
You weren't quite in the right,
Count, you lost your temper.
Yes, that was stupid.
Then please allow me
to convey your regrets,
and I'm convinced our opponents
will accept your apologies.
- Let me negotiate with them.
- There's no point in that.
It makes no difference.
Well, are we ready?
- But perhaps we could...
- Absolutely no apologies!
You just tell me which way should
I walk and where should I fire?
What?
Yes, that's the way it's done.
I know, I've just forgotten.
- Shall we begin?
- I suppose so.
Since there can be no
reconciliation, we may begin.
When I count three,
start advancing towards each other.
One, two...
Three!
No, no! It's not over!
Get back to the barrier!
Cover yourself!
I missed! I missed...
It's so stupid, stupid...
Death. Death. Lies!
So stupid.
Death and lies...
Well?
How are you?
I'm all right. But I've killed her.
I've killed her...
She won't get through this.
Who?
My mother.
My mother.
My angel, my adorable angel.
My mother.
Rostov was greatly surprised
to learn that Dolokhov,
that brawler and duellist,
lived in Moscow with his old
mother and hunchbacked sister
and was a most
loving son and brother.
Now what's all this?
What have you done,
I'm asking you?
Me? Why? I...
You've decided to be a hero!
What's the meaning of this duel?
What were you trying to prove?
So, you won't answer?
Then I'm going to tell you.
You