Moscow

[NATASHA]
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova
[MARYA D.]
Countless Natalya Ilyinichna Rostova
[NATASHA]
You must call me Natasha
[SONYA]
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova
[MARYA D.]
Sofia Alexandrovna Rostova
[SONYA]
You must call me Sonya.

[MARYA D.]
Welcome
Welcome to Moscow
Where faded and fading princesses live
I'll take you where you must go
Pet you a bit
And I'll scold you a bit
My goddaughter, my favorite, Natasha
I will touch you on the cheek.

[NATASHA & SONYA]
My cousin and I
Are so pleased to be with you
While we wait on our fiancees
Fighting in the war.

[MARYA D.]
Bright in their things!
What are you dawdling for?
Get the samovar ready!
Bring some rum for the tea!
Sonyushka bonjour
And Natasha my darling
You've grown plumper and prettier.

[NATASHA]
My cheeks are glowing from the cold
[SONYA]
She said
Gazing at Marya with kind, glittering eyes.

[MARYA D.]
Welcome
Welcome to Moscow
Scruffy and cozy
Like an old dressing gown.

[SONYA]
Countess Natalya
[NATASHA]
Sofia Alexandrovna
[SONYA]
How beautiful you looked in the snow.

[NATASHA]
Cousin dear I love you
Trust no one but you
But I can't bear this waiting
I cry and I cry
Audrey where are you?
I want him now, at once
To embrace him and cling to him
No one can understand.

I love him
I know him
He loves me only
He'll come home one day
And take me away
I want nothing more
I want nothing more
Hmmm...

[MARYA D.]
First thing tomorrow to Madame Chambord's
Dresses, dresses, we'll buy what we can afford
Then dinner and a game of Boston
Then you'll read to me while I knit!
How wonderful to have you here
Instead of these gossips and crybabies.

[NATASHA & SONYA]
You'll take us where we must go
Pet us a bit
And scold us a bit.

[SONYA]
Her goddaughter, her favorite, Natasha
She will touch you on the cheek.

(Sonya leaves)

[MARYA D.]
Well, now we'll talk
I congratulate you and Audrey
You've hooked a fine fellow!
One of the finest matches in all of Russia
I am glad and relieved
He'll be the family's saving grace.

[NATASHA]
I blush happily.

[MARYA D.]
But his father, Prince Bolkonsky
much dislikes his son's marrying
The old fellow's crotchety!
Of course Prince Andrey's not a child
But it's not nice to enter a family against a father's will
One wants to do it peacefully and lovingly
But you're a clever girl
Just be kind to Andrey's sister
And when the sister loves you
So will the father
And all will be well.