[SERVANT]
May I present the Countess
Natalya Rostova

[MARY]
Oh
Oh, hello
Won’t you come in?

[NATASHA]
Hello

(Natasha and Mary awkwardly move to a table in silence.)

[MARY]
And from the first glance I do not like Natasha
Too fashionably dressed
Frivolous and vain
Her beauty, youth, and happiness
My brother’s love for her

And my father—

[BOLKONSKY]
I do not wish to see her!
[MARY]
I know at any moment he might indulge in some freak

[NATASHA]
I’m sorry the Prince is still ailing

[BOLKONSKY]
Songstress!

[NATASHA]
I am not afraid of anyone

But such hesitation
Such unnatural manners

And from the first glance I do not like Princess Mary
Too plain and affected
Insolent and dry
I shrink into myself
Assume an offhand air

[MARY]
Which alienates me still more

[NATASHA & MARY]
Constrained and strained
Constrained and strained
Constrained and strained
Irksome
Irksome
(The Prince enters in his underthings.)

[BOLKONSKY]
Oh!

[MARY]
Papa!

[BOLKONSKY]
Oh, so this is Natasha
Not much to look at
Says the mean old man in his underthings
I never dress for children or peasants
Says the mean old man in his underthings

[MARY]
And he looked at her once
Head to toe
And left muttering

[NATASHA]
I must take my leave

[MARY]
Please wait—
Dear Natalie
I want you to know how glad I am my brother has found happiness

[NATASHA]
Is that the truth?
I think it is not convenient to speak of that now
Dear Princess

[MARY]
She said
With such dignity and coldness

[NATASHA]
What have I said, what have I done?
Crying like a child
Oh, they were so awful!
Oh, it all hurts so terribly
Andrey
Where are you?