[Servant]
May I present the countess
Natalya rostova

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

[Natasha]
Hello

[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

[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?