[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