[ANDREY]
Well, how are you?
Still getting stouter?
 
[PIERRE]
There's a new wrinkle
On your forehead, old friend
 
[ANDREY]
It's good to see you
I've been away too long
 
[PIERRE]
My friend, you are in need
Your face is gloomy
 
[ANDREY]
No, I am well
There's a war going on
 
Forgive me for troubling you
I received a refusal from Countess Rostova
And have heard reports of your brother-in-law
Having sought her hand,
Or something of that kind
 
Here are her letters
Please give them to the Countess
 
[PIERRE]
Natasha is ill
She has been at death's door
 
[ANDREY]
I much regret her illness
 
[PIERRE]
And he smiled like his father—
Coldly, maliciously
 
[ANDREY]
Well, it doesn't matter
 
[PIERRE]
You told me once
A fallen woman should be forgiven
 
[ANDREY]
But I didn't say that I could forgive—
I can't
 
Yes, ask her hand again,
Be magnanimous, and so on, yes,
That would be very noble
But I can't be that man
If you wish to be my friend,
Never speak of that again
 
Well, goodbye.