Find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole Anatole, find Anatole The blood rushes to my heart It's difficult to breathe Anatole, find Anatole Anatole, find Anatole Not at the ice hills Not at the Gypsies' Not at Komoneno's Anatole, find Anatole Anatole, find Anatole To the Club! And at the Club, All is going on as usual The members eat their dinners And gossip in small groups— Have I heard of Kuragin's abduction? Is it true Natasha is ruined? Nonsense, nonsense, Nothing has happened! Everything is fine Natasha, Natasha! It is essential that I see Natasha How can I see her? Anatole, come Anatole Anatole, hush, Anatole What? What? I don't believe that he's married I don't believe you And I stare like a hunted wounded animal He can't be married! Good evening, sir Prince Anatole is in the drawing room With the Countess Ah, Pierre, Sweet husband, You don't know what a plight Our Anatole has had Be quiet. I will not greet you. At this moment, You are more repulsive to me than ever. Anatole, come, Anatole Anatole, must speak to you Anatole followed With his usual jaunty step But his face betrayed anxiety Pierre closed the door And addressed Anatole Without looking at him