[NATASHA]
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova
 
[MARYA]
Countess Natalya Ilyinichna Rostova
 
[NATASHA]
You must call me Natasha
 
[SONYA]
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova
 
[MARYA]
Sofia Alexandrovna Rostova
 
[SONYA]
You must call me Sonya
 
[MARYA]
Welcome,
Welcome to Moscow
Where faded and fading princesses live
I'll take you where you must go
Pet you a bit
And I'll scold you a bit
My goddaughter
My favorite, Natasha
I will touch you on the cheek
 
[NATASHA & SONYA]
My cousin and I
Are so pleased to be with you
While we wait on our fiancés
Fighting in the war
 
[MARYA]
Bring in their things!
What are you dawdling for?
Get the samovar ready!
You're already frozen I’m sure!
Bring some rum for the tea!
Sonyushka bonjour
And Natasha my darling
You've grown plumper and prettier
 
[NATASHA]
My cheeks are glowing from the cold
 
[SONYA]
She said,
Gazing at Marya with kind, glittering eyes
 
[MARYA]
Welcome,
Welcome to Moscow
Scruffy and cozy
Like an old dressing gown
 
[SONYA]
Countess Natalya
 
[NATASHA]
Sofia Alexandrovna
 
[SONYA]
How beautiful you looked in the snow
 
[NATASHA]
Cousin, dear, I love you
Trust no one but you
But I can't bear this waiting
I cry and I cry
Andrey, where are you?
I want him now, at once
To embrace him and cling to him
No one can understand
 
I love him
I know him
He loves me only
He'll come home one day
And take me away
I want nothing more
I want nothing more
 
Hmmm…
 
[MARYA]
First thing tomorrow to Madame Chambord's
Dresses, dresses, we'll buy what we can afford
Then dinner and a game of Boston
Then you'll read to me while I knit!
How wonderful to have you here
Instead of these gossips and crybabies
 
[NATASHA & SONYA]
You'll take us where we must go
Pet us a bit
And scold us a bit
 
[SONYA]
Her goddaughter
Her favorite, Natasha
She will touch you on the cheek
 
[MARYA]
Well, now we'll talk!
I congratulate you and Andrey
You've hooked a fine fellow!
One of the finest matches in all of Russia
I am glad and relieved,
He'll be the family's saving grace
 
[NATASHA]
I blush happily
 
[MARYA]
But his father, Prince Bolkonsky,
Much dislikes his son's marrying—
The old fellow's crotchety!
Of course Prince Andrey's not a child
But it's not nice to enter a family
Against a father's will
One wants to do it peacefully and lovingly
But you're a clever girl
Just be kind to Andrey's sister
And when the sister loves you,
So will the father
And all will be well…