In My House

You shamless, good-for-nothing You vile shamless girl In my house, in my house A nice girl, very nice You dirty, nasty, wench of a thing Now don't you say one word In my house, in my house Horrid girl, hussy It's lucky for him he escaped, but I'll find him Now you listen to me when I speak to you Now you listen to me when I speak to you! In my house! In my house! Do you hear what I'm sayin or not? Natasha's whole body shook With noiseless, convulsive sounds Marya touched her hand to her face Don't touch me! Let me be! What is it to me? I shall die What are we to tell your father, eh? In my house, in my house What are we to tell Prince Andrey, eh? Oh what do we tell your betrothed? I have no betrothed! I have refused him Natasha, come here, kiss me Press your wet face to mine Don't touch me! Why didn't he come to the house? Why didn't he openly ask for your hand? You are not kept under lock and key Carrying you off like some gypsy girl! And if he had carried you off, don't you think your father would have found him? Your father, I know him He will challenge him to a duel, and what then? Will that be all right, eh? He's a scoundrel He's a wretch! That's a fact He is better than any of you, I say He is better than any of you, I say Why did you interfere, oh God, what is it all? What is it? Who are you to tell me anything? Sonya, why? Go away! Everyone, go away! Marya Dmitryevna tried to speak again, but Natasha cried out Go away! Go away! You all hate and despise me! And she threw herself down on the sofa Natasha! Natalya I put a pillow under her head Covered her with two quilts Poured her a glass of lime-flower water But Natasha did not respond Well, let her sleep Let her sleep But Natasha was not asleep Her face was pale Her eyes wide open All that night She did not sleep or weep She sat at the window Waiting for him