Original Broadway Company of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812
Performer
Dave Malloy
Programming
Mark Dover
Bass Clarinet
John Murchison
Bass
Alon Bisk
Cello
Caryl Paisner
Cello
Alex Gibson
Chorus
Ani Taj
Chorus
Ashley Perez Flanagan
Chorus
Azudi Onyejekwe
Chorus
Courtney Bassett
Chorus
Erica Dorfler
Chorus
Josh Canfield
Chorus
Lauren Zakrin
Chorus
Lulu Fall
Chorus
Nick Gaswirth
Chorus
Reed Luplau
Chorus
Claudia Chopek
Viola
Scott Stangland
Chorus
Matt Doebler
Conductor
Or Matias
Conductor
Joey Cassata
Drums
Heath Saunders
Guitar
Ken Clark
Guitar
Thad Debrock
Guitar
Marilyn Cole
Horn
Jeff Marder
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Malloy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Malloy
Producer
Luke Klingensmith
Assistant Engineer
Nate Odden
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Killen
Mixing Engineer
Enrico de Trizio
Recording Engineer
Howard Kagan
Producer
Janet Kagan
Producer
Sonny Paladino
Producer
Isaiah Albolin
Recording Engineer
Letra
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