Pierre And Andrey

Well, how are you?
Still getting stouter?
There's a new wrinkle
On your forehead old friend
It's good to see you
It's been way too long
My friend, you are in need
Your face is gloomy
No, I am well
There's a war going on.

Forgive me for troubling you
I have received a refusal from Countess Rostova
And have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand
Or something of that kind.

Here are her letters
Please give them to the Countess
Natasha is ill
She has been at death's door
I much regret her illness
And he smiled like his father
Coldly, maliciously
Well, it doesn't matter
You told me once
A fallen woman should be forgiven
But I didn't say that I could forgive
I can't.

Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on?
Yes, that would be very noble
But I can't be that man
If you wish to be my friend
Never speak of that again
Well, goodbye.