Pierre And Andrey

[Andrey:]
Well, how are you?
Still getting stouter?
[Pierre:]
There's a new wrinkle
On your forehead old friend
[Andrey:]
It's good to see you
I've been away too long
[Pierre:]
My friend, you are in need
Your face is gloomy
[Andrey:]
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
Is this true?

[Pierre:]
Something of that kind
[Andrey:]
Here are her letters
Please give them to the Countess
[Pierre:]
Natasha is ill
She has been at death's door
[Andrey:]
I much regret her illness
[Pierre:]
And he smiled like his father
Coldly, maliciously
[Andrey:]
Well, it doesn't matter
[Pierre:]
You told me once
A fallen woman should be forgiven
[Andrey:]
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.