The Duel

Good evening, Pierre Studying? Yes How was the opera? Lovely Natalya Rostova was there Oh? Dear Andrey's betrothed? I have known for years, and long carried affection for her Yes, charming Look, Dolokhov is coming around And we're off to the club Will you come, old man? I will come Lend me fifty rubles 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 (Come on now! One more drink) 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-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh The doctors warned me that with my corpulence (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 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 Natasha, Natasha Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her feet The air of a connoisseur I'm gonna make love to her Better not, monsieur She's first-rate, but nothing but trouble Better wait 'til she's married Anatole is a married man A fact known only to his intimates A Polish landowner of some small means And forced him to marry his daughter Well, never mind 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-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I used to love, I used to love I used to be better (Keep drinking, old man) Yes, 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 in the corner of my mouth 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 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 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 three Begin to advance Rahz! Dva! Tri! Pierre, hold your fire Pierre, hold your fire Pierre, not yet! No! Shot by a fool! No, wait, I didn't mean – Quiet, old man! My turn My turn Pierre, stand back! No! Missed, missed Oh my mother, my angel My adoréd angel mother Take him away The sun is rising The duel is at an end And Pierre Bezukhov is the winner Winner You are a fool Well, sweet sister You certainly bring out the beast in men What can I say? It's a gift How I adore you Will you ask Natasha to the ball tonight? Of course, dear brother Come on, old man Let's get you home In a moment Sleep it off And be happy We live to love another day