Find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole

The blood rushes to my heart

It's difficult to breathe

Anatole, find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole

Not at the ice hills

Not at the Gypsies'

Not at Komoneno's

Anatole, find Anatole

Anatole, find Anatole

To the Club!

And at the Club,

All is going on as usual

The members eat their dinners

And gossip in small groups—

Have I heard of Kuragin's abduction?

Is it true Natasha is ruined?

Nonsense, nonsense,

Nothing has happened!

Everything is fine

Natasha,

Natasha!

It is essential that I see Natasha

How can I see her?

Anatole, come Anatole

Anatole, hush, Anatole

What? What?

I don't believe that he's married

I don't believe you

And I stare like a hunted wounded animal

He can't be married!

Good evening, sir

Prince Anatole is in the drawing room

With the Countess

Ah, Pierre,

Sweet husband,

You don't know what a plight

Our Anatole has had

Be quiet.

I will not greet you.

At this moment,

You are more repulsive to me than ever.

Anatole, come, Anatole

Anatole, must speak to you

Anatole followed

With his usual jaunty step

But his face betrayed anxiety

Pierre closed the door

And addressed Anatole

Without looking at him