The Duel

[ANATOLE]
Good evening Pierre
Studying?
[PIERRE]
Yes. How was the opera?
[ANATOLE]
Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there.

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

[ANATOLE]
Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov's coming round and we are off to the Club
Will you come old man?

[PIERRE] I will come
[ANATOLE]
Lend me fifty rubles?

[DOLOKHOV]
Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna.

[DOLOKHOV, ANATOLE & PIERRE]
Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight.

(They drink and dance)

[ALL]
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....

[PIERRE]
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.

[ALL]
Then I feel
A pleasant warmth in my body
A sentimental attachment to my fellow men
[HELENE]
Keep drinking old man
[ANATOLE & DOLOKHOV]
Keep drinking old man.

[HELENE, ANATOLE & DOLOKHOV]
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man.

[ALL]
Keep drinking old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man.

(Pierre continues to drink, too much)

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

[ANATOLE]
Just no more unmarried heiresses!
So plain and boring.

[DOLOKHOV]
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.

[ANATOLE]
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.

[ALL]
Whoa....

[PIERRE]
I used to love
I used to love
I used to be better.

[CHORUS]
Keep drinking old man.

[HELENE]
Yes drink drink drink
Drink drink drink
God, to think I married a man like you.

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

[DOLOKHOV]
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!

[DOLOKHOV & CHORUS]
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!

[PIERRE]
How dare you touch her?
[DOLOKHOV]
You can't love her
[PIERRE]
Enough!
You bully, you scoundrel!
I challenge you!
[DOLOKHOV]
Oh, a duel!
Yes, this is what I like
[HELENE]
He will kill you!
Stupid husband!
[PIERRE]
So I shall be killed!
What is it to you!
Anatole, my guns
[ANATOLE]
Oh! This is horribly stupid
[PIERRE]
Just show me where to go
And tell me when to shoot.

[ANATOLE]
Just wait till you're close enough
You'll never hit him from forty paces
[DOLOKHOV]
Well, let's begin!
This is child's play
[SERVANT (DENISOV)]
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
[ALL]
Rahz! Dva! Tri!

(They start towards each other)

[ANATOLE]
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!
(Pierre fires early; Dolokhov is hit)

[DOLOKHOV] No!... My turn
[PIERRE] My turn
[ANATOLE] Pierre, stand back!

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

[DOLOKHOV]
Missed! Missed
Oh my mother, my angel
My adored angel mother!
[HELENE] Take him away.

(Anatole carries Dolokhov out.)

[PIERRE]
Missed! Missed
Such a storm of feelings
[HELENE]
You are a fool.

(Pierre leaves. Anatole returns.)

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

[HELENE]
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.

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