Natasha & Bolkonskys

May I present the Countess, Natalya Rostova Oh Oh, hello Won't you come in Hello And from the first glance I do not like Natasha Too fashionably dressed, frivolous and vain Her beauty, youth, and happiness My brother's love for her And my father— I do not wish to see her! I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak I'm sorry the Prince is still ailing Songstress! I am not afraid of anyone But such hesitation, such unnatural manners And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary Too plain and affected, insolent and dry I shrink into myself, assume an offhand air Which alienates me still more Constrained and strained Constrained and strained Constrained and strained Irksome, irksome Papa! Oh, so this is Natasha Not much to look at Says the mean old man in his underthings I never dress for children or peasants Says the mean old man in his underthings And he looked at her once Head to toe And left muttering I must take my leave Please wait— Dear Natalie I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness Is that the truth? I think it is not convenient to speak of that now, dear Princess She said With such dignity and coldness What have I said, what have I done? Crying like a child Oh, they were so awful! Oh, it all hurts so terribly Andrey, where are you?