The Duel

Good evening Pierre
Studying?
Yes. How was the opera?
Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there.

Oh, oh that charming young girl?
I have known her since she was a child
And long carried affection for her.

Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov's coming round and we are off to the Club
Will you come old man?
I will come
Lend me fifty rubles?

(Dolokhov arrives with many bottles of vodka)

Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna.

Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight.

(They drink and dance)

Drink with me my love
For there's fire in the sky
And there's ice on the ground
Either way my soul will die
Whoa....

The doctors warn me
That with my corpulence
Vodka and wine are dangerous for me.

But I drink a great deal
Only quite at ease
After pouring several glasses
Mechanically into my large mouth.

Then I feel
A pleasant warmth in my body
A sentimental attachment to my fellow men.

(Helene arrives and sidles up to Dolokhov.)

Keep drinking old man
Keep drinking old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man
Keep drinking old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man

(Pierre continues to drink, too much)

Now Anatole
What women tonight?
Moscow ladies
Or gypsy girls?
French actresses?

Just no more unmarried heiresses!
So plain and boring
And a little too dangerous eh?
Anatole is a married man
A fact known only to his intimates
A Polish landowner of some small means
Had forced him to marry his daughter.

Nevermind about that now
It doesn't matter, I don't give a damn
Just as a duck is made to swim in water
God has made me as I am
All I care for is gaiety and women
And there's no dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat
Whoa....

I used to love
I used to love
I used to be better
Keep drinking old man
Yes drink drink drink
Drink drink drink
God, to think I married a man like you.

Don't speak to me, wife
There is something inside me
Dolokhov pour me another
Something terrible and monstrous.

Here's to the health of married women!
And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!
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Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!
Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!

How dare you touch her?
You can't love her
Enough!
You bully, you scoundrel!
I challenge you!
Oh, a duel!
Yes, this is what I like
He will kill you!
Stupid husband!
So I shall be killed!
What is it to you!
Anatole, my guns
Oh! This is horribly stupid
Just show me where to go
And tell me when to shoot
Just wait till you're close enough
You'll never hit him from forty paces
Well, let's begin!
This is child's play.

As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation, we shall please proceed with the duel
Ready your pistols, and on the count of tri, begin to advance
Rahz! Dva! Tri!

(They start towards each other.)

Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!

(Pierre fires early; Dolokhov is hit)

No!... My turn
My turn
Pierre, stand back!

(Pierre walks toward Dolokhov with his chest exposed. Dolokhov fires.)

Missed! Missed
Oh my mother, my angel
My adored angel mother!
Take him away.

(Anatole carries Dolokhov out.)

Missed! Missed
Such a storm of feelings
You are a fool.

(Pierre leaves. Anatole returns.)

Natasha, Natasha
Her arms, her shoulders
Her neck, her feet
The air of connoisseur
I will make love to her.

And what will come of it?
She's first-rate, my dear, but she's not for you
You'd better wait till she's married.

You know, I adore little girls
They lose their heads at once
Ask her to dinner, eh?
Sweet sister.