As the 19th century began...
a darkening shadow moved across the face of Europe.
This shadow was propelled by the voice of one man...
Napoleon Bonaparte.
Only Russia and England offered impressive resistance.
Over Russia the weather was clear... the sun was shining.
Napoleon was a thousand miles away...
and the streets of Moscow were excellent for parades.
Splendid sight. Splendid men. Eh, Pierre?
- For parades. - What do you mean by that?
Remember. I've seen the French marching too.
Don't tell me they march better than that.
Led by the greatest man in Europe.
Bonaparte?
A usurper. A murderer. A deposer of kings.
A colossus.
A fresh wind. A cleansing force.
What does your father say when he hears you say things like that?
We don't talk about things like that, my father and I.
How is he?
The doctors say he will die at any moment.
Have you been to see him?
I'm waiting to be asked.
In heaven all things will be arranged.
I believe that's the rumor.
Remember, Pierre, this is your home when you want it to be...
and the Rostovs are your family when you want them to be.
I smoke too much.
Isn't it lovely? How can you bear not to go with them?
I can bear it.
If I were a man, I'd be down there...
riding a terrible black horse, waving a sword.
It's so unfair.
Men are the only people permitted to have any fun.
What is it, Natasha?
All those handsome young men marching away to fight...
to be killed.
Don't be frightened. Come on.
Nicholas!
Well, what's this?
You look so dazzling in your uniform.
And you're going so far away.
Austria is miles.
I looked it up... on the map.
That brute Napoleon.
The Austrians make the most beautiful bracelets.
- I'll bring you back one. - Nicholas, two.
- They're wearing them in pairs. - Two.
Pierre, you remember our cousin Sonya? She's come to stay with us.
Of course, although she was considerably younger the last time I saw her.
Girls grow up, Pierre, very fast.
Doesn't he look glorious?
Who would've thought Mama and Papa would have had such handsome children?
Mother, did you hear that?
Now attention.
Ensign Count Nicholas Rostov...
I decorate you with the order of...
absolutely everything.
I don't think you ought to laugh at her when she makes jokes about the army.
Oh, well, Petya, women... you have to humor them a little.
You do look shiny, Nicholas. If only I was old enough.
- That'll come, Petya. - Not in time.
By the time I'm old enough, there won't be a Frenchman left to be killed.
Don't worry, Petya. There will always be plenty of Frenchmen.
Good luck.
With your views on war, that's very civil of you.
But seriously, Pierre, why don't you take a commission?
It's so easy for men. All you have to do is decide to do something. Then do it.
If you were a man what would you decide to do?
I'd decide to become enormously powerful.
I'd become the czar's most trusted minister...
and he wouldn't dare make a move without consulting me.
And you would sit at my right hand and judge the nations.
Whenever anything was complicated or an injustice was being done...
the case would be laid before you and your word would be law.
Why me?
Because your heart is pure and you're good.
Well done, my dear. Well done.
On that note, I think I should leave.
What about if you did have that power, what would you do?
I?
I would hesitate.
Now I really must go.
Come again soon.
I'll walk you to the door, my Lord Hesitator.
- Good-bye, Pierre. - Come soon again.
You will come again soon, won't you?
Mama and Papa don't show it, but they're gonna be lonely when Nicholas is gone.
- And they do love seeing you. - Yes, of course I'll come.
I love this house and the whole family.
The whole family? That's not as simple as you think.
What do you mean by that?
Oh, there are currents and countercurrents.
Now, where are you going? To Dolokhov's rooms?
As a matter of fact I am. How did you know?
I hear things, I hear things.
Go. Go to your night of disgusting and fascinating debauchery.
Careful. There's a bet on here.
Go on. Bring me a bottle of rum.
And you two, break this up.
Now, let's get this straight.
Fifty imperials against Prince Anatole Kuragin...
that I will drink a bottle of rum without taking it from my mouth.
Balancing on the outside ledge and not touching the sides of the windows.
Want to make it a hundred, Anatole?
Fifty's enough for you to lose.
Here. Get down from there, you weaklings.
Calculus, come on.
- Come on. - You do it.
Hail Moscow!
Give me that.
Don't be crazy, Dolokhov. You'll be killed.
If you touch me again I will throw you down there...
and that goes for everyone of you here.
Play, play! What are we paying you for?
Now then, my friends.
Remember, without taking the bottle from your lips, huh?
Fifty imperials, Anatole.
And it's double for anyone else who will do it.
I'll do it for nothing... without a bet.
You get dizzy walking up a flight of steps.
Get out of my way.
Give me a bottle.
- Get down from there. - Can't take the bottle from your mouth...
- Get down from there, Pierre. - No, let him do it.
Your father's calling for you.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I suggest a little cold water first.
I'll wait for you.
Prince Andre.
Is the old boy really dying this time?
The doctors are fairly certain Count Bezukhov won't last the night.
Are my father and sister there?
Your father was there and the Princess Helene was expected.
That's good. I don't have to go. The family's well represented.
Careful, careful.
- You disapprove of me? - Well...
Of course you do.
You'd be wrong if you didn't.
Arriving at the deathbed of my father bleary-eyed...
stinking of alcohol.
He disapproves, too, my father.
Well, that's fair enough.
I disapprove of many things about him.
Chiefly, I disapprove of the fact that he didn't marry my mother.
Perhaps if I was legitimate...
I have sinned, Lord, but I have several excellent excuses.
With all that, Andre, you still disapprove?
You're not being worthy of yourself, Pierre.
You're not living up to the best things in yourself.
You must be somebody.
That's where the puzzle begins. Be somebody. Be what?
Who am I? Am I the next Count Bezukhov...
Iord of vast estates and the fixed positions...
fixed responsibilities?
Not quite.
My father cannot quite acknowledge that I am his son...
but he cannot quite acknowledge that I am not his son.
That makes everybody uncomfortable, including myself.
Well, you must aim at something, find a beginning.
Oh, you're right. Don't think I don't agree with you.
Each morning I wake up, I'm disgusted with myself...
with what I did the night before.
I tell myself today... a change.
If my headache is bad enough, I say...
"Pierre, today you must take steps to become a saint."
I say, I'll drop in at the club and watch the card playing.
Just order a glass of water...
to prove to myself how marvelously I resist temptation.
Then someone comes along and says...
"Just one vodka, Pierre."
Next morning my headache is worse, my pockets are emptier.
There must be something you wanna do.
Of course. I wanna discover.
- Discover what? - Everything.
I want to discover why I know what's right and still do what's wrong.
I wanna discover what happiness is...
and what value there is in suffering.
I wanna discover why men go to war...
and what they really say...
deep in their hearts when they pray to God.
I wanna discover what it is that men and women feel when they say they love.
You see, there's enough to keep me busy.
It's hard for you to understand someone like me.
Everything is so clear for you.
You always know exactly what you must do and you do it.
- Exactly. - You're different from me.
You study, you become enlightened.
I study, I become confused.
You love, you marry. You believe, you act.
There's a war, you serve.
How wonderful it would be if I really answered to your description.
- You do, I tell you. - Shall I show you how wrong you are?
I know you. I'm not wrong.
Do you know why I'm going to the war?
You think it's because I think that Napoleon is a monster?
You think I believe that we have any business fighting Austria's battles...
2,000 miles from home?
You think that I think Russia will be a greater nation when this war is over?
Then why are you going?
Because I'm married to one of the most loving and honorable...
and attractive women in Moscow...
and I can't stand it.
Never, never marry, Pierre.
Or if you must marry, marry when you're old and good for nothing.
Or else everything that is fine and noble in you will be lost.
You'll waste yourself on trifles.
Yes, yes, don't look at me like that.
You talk of Bonaparte and his career.
If Bonaparte had married when he was young...
he'd still be a half-pay captain in Marseilles...
going to dinner parties and carrying his wife's handbag...
and inviting idiots to his house because his wife...
wanted to be invited to their houses.
Prince Andre.
Princess Helene.
Didn't you tell my brother that he was expected here?
- I did. - Isn't he coming?
I believe not.
Thank you.
How is he, Prince Vasili?
His confessor is with him.
They are giving him extreme unction.
He was asking for you.
I hope you are in a proper condition to see him at this time.
Follow me.
Go ahead. I'll wait for you here.
If you please, Monsieur Pierre.
He wishes you to kiss him good-bye.
This is for you.
Now he would like to sleep.
So late. Finally at the end he loved me.
So late.
He gave me this.
This letter is for the czar...
and this one for you, Pierre.
Open it.
Your father wishes you to know that in the letter to the czar...
he begs that you be legitimately acknowledged as his son...
and the next Count Bezukhov...
the sole heir to all his estates.
Be worthy, my boy.
Be worthy of your great father.
How often we sin...
how much we deceive, and for what?
All ends in death.
Kiss your cousin Helene.
He has been reborn. Embrace him.
Wish him well.
It's a good thing we're going back to Moscow.
After three weeks in the country I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Still, it was a profitable trip, wasn't it, Pierre?
Very profitable.
I'll see how long we have to wait. It shouldn't be too long.
There's no hurry. It'll give Papa a few extra winks of sleep.
- Where are you going, to your father's? - Yes.
What have you been up to? Tell me all the news. Are you alone?
No. Prince Vasili is with me and his daughter too.
We've made a tour of inspection of my estates.
I've never been there before. It's huge. So backward.
And now that I'm Count Bezukhov, I feel I must do something about it.
I see. That's why you went with Prince Vasili and Helene.
Well, Prince Vasili helps me with the administration.
Of course.
Come say hello to Lise. It will give her pleasure.
She's miserable at the idea of being stuck away in the country.
Helene is different. She loves the country.
- It was her idea to come along. - I'm sure.
- Children, go away. - How long do you expect to stay here?
Forever. Months and months and months.
Until after the baby's born.
No, thank you.
You know Andre's leaving tomorrow?
He thought it would be better for me to be here with his father and sister...
than alone in Moscow.
And how do you feel about it?
I dread it.
And even so, you consented to bury yourself down here?
Andre wants me to. What else is there to do?
I assure you, if it were I, I would find something else to do.
I suppose so, but we're very different, you and I.
Yes, indeed we are.
Have you asked her to marry you yet?
Are you going to?
I don't know yet.
- Do you want some advice? - On any subject, Andre.
Not on this.
All right.
We thought you would never come.
- Oh, Lise, you look so beautiful. - You too, Mary.
No, I'm just a little country mouse.
Andre, it isn't true what you wrote in your letter...
that you're only staying overnight?
- I'm afraid it is. - Lise, talk to him.
- Make him stay. - I've tried.
Mary, Lise's very tired. I think she'd better get some rest.
- Yes? - Excellency, your father heard you.
He would like you to present yourself immediately.
Thank you. No, you'd better go upstairs, Lise.
You'll see him at dinner.
Come.
Here is the warrior.
Here's the Bolkonsky who's going to beat Napoleon.
How are you, my boy? How are you?
I'm well, Father. How is your health?
Oh, the same, boy. The same. Only fools fall ill.
You know me, busy from morning till night.
Little to eat, less to drink. So of course I'm well.
Thank God.
God has nothing to do with it.
Just a moment, Andre, please.
- Don't refuse. - What is it?
Father's father used to take it along with him... in all his wars.
If it's not too heavy and won't break my neck.
Andre, promise that you'll never take it off.
- Promise? - Yes.
Kiss me here.
Thank you, my boy. Thank you.
Why do you thank me, Father?
For doing your duty.
For not allowing yourself to be tied to a woman's apron strings.
The army before everything. Thank you. Thank you.
About my wife, Father.
Your wife?
Well, go on, speak.
When her confinement is due, send to Moscow for a doctor.
A doctor?
I know that if nature won't do its work, no one can.
But they've been telling her things and...
she's had a dream.
She's frightened.
All right, all right.
Give this to Michael Kutuzov.
We were at school together.
He wasn't exactly a bright lad, but never mind.
I've written to him to tell him to keep you away from headquarters.
They're bad places.
Tell him I remember him and I admire him.
Now good-bye.
Remember this, Prince Andre.
If they kill you, it will hurt me, your old father.
But if I hear that you've not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonsky...
it will be worse.
I shall be shamed.
You needn't have said that to me, Father.
L...
I also wanted to ask you...
if I am killed and I have a son...
don't let him be taken away from you.
Let him grow up... here...
with you, please.
Well, what are you waiting for? We've said good-bye. Go, go.
You're leaving already. Don't go. Don't leave me here.
I won't be able to stand it. I'll be so lonely.
I leave you in my family's house, with my father, with Mary.
Stay until tomorrow. Stay another day, please, I beg you.
I can't, Lise. You know that.
You're delighted to go. You're delighted to get rid of me.
Good-bye, Mary.
Ketya, go and get some smelling salts.
Would you please tell your horse to stop shaking his head?
I'll never get it this way.
You heard the lady. Stop shaking your head.
You see, animals are much more reasonable than people.
Mademoiselle, I wonder if I might offer you a million rubles...
to paint my portrait.
On one condition. You must make me look at least as good as the horse.
It's not fair to look at it before it's finished.
Very unpromising, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
You needn't be in such a hurry to agree.
Anyways, it's not meant to be a work of art.
Papa bought the colt to give to Nicholas when he comes back from the war.
And I'm gonna send him the picture to show him what it's like.
Have you finished?
For the moment.
Charge! Come on! Hurry! Come on!
Come on!
- Have you heard from Nicholas? - Mama and Papa received a letter.
He hasn't written me or Sonya.
Men forget about women immediately when they go to war, don't they?
Men don't. Boys do.
Nicholas would be furious if he heard you call him a boy.
He'd probably challenge you to a duel.
That's better a reason than most for fighting a duel.
Actually, the only reason he wrote was that he wanted some more money.
He keeps lending money to his captain who keeps losing it at cards.
The captain sounds a lot like Papa.
His name's Denisov. And Nicholas says he's got moustaches out to here...
he lisps and he's the bravest man in the world.
Nicholas says he's having a perfectly glorious time...
and we're bound to win the war soon.
He's beginning to feel quite sorry for Napoleon.
Charge! Kill 'em!
Come on, men!
Take that!
Come on!
There's no doubt about it. Wars must be very amusing.
- I must put it on my list. - What list?
I'm making a list of the greatest pleasures human beings are capable of...
in the order of their importance.
- I neglected war. - What are the other pleasures...
in the order of their importance?
The opera, eternal friendship, summertime...
dancing the mazurka, moving to the country in the springtime...
and welcoming soldiers home from the war.
- Have you any suggestions? - Well, let me think.
To be able to believe in God...
to cause happiness, to love.
Love? Look at Sonya. She's in love with Nicholas...
and she cries every day between 8:00 and 9:00 in the morning... a full hour.
- Don't you ever intend to fall in love? - Ten or 11 times. Only for recreation.
I'll keep changing partners like a dance.
When I finally say I love you to a man and really mean it...
it'll be like a defeated general who's lost all his troops...
surrendering and handing his sword to his enemy.
You'll change.
The hideous thing about being young is everybody is always telling you...
you'll change.
Are you dining with us tonight?
I'm afraid I can't. I have a previous engagement.
Oh? With whom?
My cousin, Princess Helene.
I'd like to be like her when I grow up.
Of course I'll have to fill out around here.
Tall, proud, beautiful, cold and untouchable...
with regiments of men dropping at my feet.
I'm going to marry her, Natasha.
Gently, gently.
Who's surrendering his sword, you or she?
Be happy, dearest Pierre.
I order you to be supremely happy.
I'll be leaving again directly. Wait.
I have a message for General Kutuzov and I must deliver it immediately.
There's the general's aide. You talk to him, Ensign.
Sir. I've just come from the picket lines.
I have a message and it must be delivered immediately to the commander.
His Excellency is in the middle of a council of war.
- Give it to me. I'll deliver it. - A verbal message.
Deliver it to me now.
My squadron is on picket duty.
This evening we saw the French put out their fires...
and we heard sounds in their camp.
- The enemy's on the move, sir. - Is that all?
Is that all?
I would say that you have seen no action yet, am I right?
Good luck, my friend.
It is quite apparent that the enemy has regrouped his position.
Surely now, Your Excellency should take into consideration...
the fact that we must change the orders for tomorrow.
Or rather for today...
for it is past midnight.
Gentlemen.
Gentlemen...
the orders for tomorrow...
cannot now be ordered.
You've heard them...
and we shall all do our duty.
But before the battle...
there is nothing more important...
than to have a good sleep.
Good night.
- Good night, sir. - Good night.
But, sir...
if the French are that far south of Austerlitz...
Plans.
Tomorrow after the battle...
they will all have a hundred reasons why the plans didn't work.
They'll blame everything but themselves.
How do you think it will go tomorrow?
I think the battle will be lost.
We shall not have lost the war, Andre...
because of this one battle.
There will be peace...
and then a new war.
Men like Napoleon can never stop...
until their own ambition destroys them.
The only important battle is the last.
Good night.
Fire!
Sir, it looks as if the French have broken our flank.
Captain, the hussars must charge.
- You're wounded. - Wound's not here. There's my wound!
Stop them!
Stop those cowards!
Forward! Forward!
Forward!
- Forwards, lads. - Forward!
That... is a fine death.
He's alive.
Have this man attended to and take him to my bivouac like all the others.
Let my doctor examine his wounds.
It's so early in the morning, Pierre.
- It's 11:00. - It's so early.
Since we decided to go to the country in a week, we have a lot of shopping to do.
Oh, Pierre, I'm so tired.
It's all right. I'll go this morning and come back early.
- The morning papers, sir. - Thank you.
Anything amusing in the Gazette?
It's not very amusing. We've lost again.
An armistice is going to be discussed.
Prisoners wounded on both sides will be immediately returned.
In a word... we're suing for peace.
You sound bitter.
Maybe I am.
What difference does it make if a piece of Poland changes hand...
a new prince is established in Austria?
Oh, it's so boring to worry about things like that.
So, no more war.
- For the time being. - For the time being.
Then the armies will be coming back.
Yes, I suppose so.
Moscow will be very gay and exciting.
Pierre, why don't we stay here and not go to the country?
Not this year, at least. It'll be such a gay season.
I'm not particularly interested in a gay season.
Besides, I have so much work to do down there... the hospital, the school.
They will die just as well without you in the hospital.
And they'll learn just as many idiotic things without you in the schools.
I promised those people. I can't disappoint them.
Well, I never liked the idea.
Pierre, come here.
Listen. You know what we can do?
You go to the country all by yourself.
Do there what you have to do. Get the house ready and so on.
Then I'll join you in the spring, huh?
The country's so dreary in the winter.
Please don't force it on me, Pierre.
If you must stay, stay, but I'll be lost without you there, Helene.
Nonsense.
It will be good for the both of us.
And you will appreciate me so much more when you haven't seen me for some time.
I couldn't appreciate you more, Helene.
If you only knew how many things I have to do.
There's a dozen dresses I have to have made...
and lots of shoes and things...
Why are you looking at me like that?
Why?
What does it mean?
Nothing, my dear.
They lost. They were defeated. What are they cheering about?
Because they fought, because they're alive...
because they've come home.
Vaska, I hope nothing's happened.
Gracious heavens. The young count.
- Can it possibly be? - Prokofy. Is everything all right?
The Lord be thanked, yes.
Good.
You're back!
It's you!
Oh, dear!
Papa!
Mama.
- And you must be... - Vasili Denisov, your son's friend.
I know. Nicholas wrote to us.
Darling. Welcome.
Welcome.
Isn't it wonderful?
Nicholas, you haven't said hello to Sonya yet.
What's the sense of coming home from a war if that's all you're gonna do?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Gwishka, my pipe.
Rostov, wake up.
- Why? Is it late? - Late? It's 10:00.
- What? - Get up, Nicholas.
Directly.
Is this your saber or yours?
Take that, you Frenchman!
- Here I come! - At last!
Why did you stay in bed so long? I've been waiting for you to get up.
You're quite a man, aren't you?
I'm awfully glad you're my brother.
I want to know what men are like.
Are you the same as all of them?
Sonya is so young.
You know, Sonya's my dearest friend.
If she loves someone, she does it for life.
And she loves you and me like that.
You remember before you went away?
Well, she told me to forget all that.
She said, "I will love him always, but let him be free."
Isn't that lovely and noble?
- Isn't it? - I'll never go back on my word.
We knew you'd say that, but you see, it won't do.
Because if you marry her just because you're bound by a promise...
it'll seem as if you're marrying her because you must.
It wouldn't be right, Nicholas.
We'll talk it over later.
Oh, I'm so glad I have you.
Tell me, are you still true to Pierre now that he's married?
Don't be silly.
- I'll be a dancer. I'll never marry. - What?
- But don't tell anyone. - Oh, no.
Go and get dressed and we'll have breakfast together.
Did you get my letter?
- We met the doctor at the last relay. - She'll be relieved.
- Is he in time? - Let's hope so. We must pray for her.
- She's longed for you. - What a strange fate, Masha, darling.
My darling. God is merciful.
I love you.
I love you all.
I've never done any harm to anyone.
Why must I suffer so?
Andre, please help me.
My boy, you'll have to leave now.
There, there, my dear.
Upon my word, Rostov, if I were to see 50 more operas...
I'd wager I might wind up liking them.
But I do like the intermissions.
I say, Rostov...
that one there.
- Yes? - She's superb.
But wait. Well.
Where's the husband?
He spends most of his time in the country nowadays.
If I were the husband...
I'd come up from the country... fast.
So, listen. So we took the bear to the house of that actress...
and when the police tried to arrest us, we took the most insolent policeman...
tied him on the back of the bear and shoved them both into the river.
Tied him on the back of the bear and shoved them both into the river.
What happened to him?
There they were, swimming, both of them, the man and the bear.
Hey, Hercules. Wake up. The party's still young.
Don't be rough with him.
One should always be polite to the husbands of pretty women.
That's right.
Let's drink to the health of beautiful women everywhere.
Yes, to the health of lovely women. Huh, Pierre?
And to their lovers.
Look at this. It's a new song written about General Kutuzov.
- That interests me. - What are you doing?
I said that interests me.
Then allow me to express your regrets and I'm sure your opponent will accept.
What is there to talk about? Is everything ready?
- No apologies. - First, tell me how to use this thing.
It's very simple. You cock it. There's the trigger.
Oh, yes. I know. I just forgot.
No apologies, none whatever.
On the count of three, begin to advance.
One...
two, three.
Get away from here!
It's not over.
To your barrier! Stay where you are!
Cover yourself, you fool!
Well now, the hero. The dashing duelist.
My protector. Thank you so much for defending my honor.
You were told that Dolokhov was my lover and you believed it.
Well, what did you prove?
That you are a fool, but everybody knew that.
Now I will be the laughingstock of all Moscow.
Everyone will say that you were drunk, not knowing what you were doing.
Challenging a man that you were jealous of without cause.
A man that is a better man than you are in every way.
- We had better separate. - Separate?
That's a charming idea. It's a wonderful idea!
It's the best idea you've had in your whole life.
Good. By all means we'll separate, but you will pay for it.
You'll give me a fortune for it.
Get out!
The count is waiting for you upstairs, sir.
- What have you heard? - He'll recover. Dolokhov won't die.
Thank God.
It's only easier to kill good men.
Men like Dolokhov are only good for wars.
In between wars, they ought to be locked up in cages.
Here.
I'd like to leave Moscow.
I wanna get away from these people who believe it's normal to kill...
who are scornful of a man if he doesn't kill.
At the banquet, when Dolokhov made the toast...
I looked across at him smiling at me...
I was convinced of the guilt of my wife.
Well, is that a reason to kill?
- Look, my dear fellow... - Helene was guilty, not Dolokhov.
In his place, I might have done the same thing.
Maybe it's even certain that I'd have done the same thing.
There we were in the snow facing each other with pistols.
You know who's the guilty one? I. Only I.
Pierre, don't be silly.
And you know why? Because I married her without loving her.
I wanted her. I had to have her, so I made myself blind.
I lied when I said to her, "I love you."
And because of that...
there's Dolokhov stretched in pain, alive only by the grace of God.
Because of my weakness, my lie. I'm guilty. I must suffer for it.
Pierre, you must stop thinking like this.
It'll become an obsession, and it's not like you.
Look, if you'll agree...
we'll all take a fine trip to our place in the country.
It'll do us all good, and Nicholas wants to show it to Denisov.
We'll start tonight, and you'll come with us, eh?
Of course you'll come with us. I'll go and tell the family.
Hurry! We'll start for the country tonight.
Why didn't you tell me Pierre was here? Will you go, Pierre?
We must start while the moon is still high.
Of course Pierre will go.
What has happened, Ilya? And what moon are you speaking of?
Is there more than one, my pet?
Oh, how long must we wait for Nicholas?
I'm so happy you made up your mind.
I was just saying, "One more day and the snow will be gone."
Thank you.
- Order the troikas. - Immediately, sir.
We're off!
Hurry up, Nicholas. You're delaying the trip to the country.
The country?
You said you wanted to go to the country to show Denisov.
- Come, hurry. - Come, Vaska. You'll like this.
I was just beginning to enjoy Moscow.
Faster, faster!
Faster, Nitka!
As we ride in the troika you and I
Stars are twinkling up in the sky
Strains of sweet balalaika soft and low
Sleigh bells twinkling across the snow
Whoa, careful!
Come on. It's your turn.
Hold me close and kiss me, katiusha
Let's be happy and gay, hey
Ever since Nicholas joined the army, he's become terribly efficient.
Hardly seems to be my own son.
- I quite agree with you. - Just a minute.
I believe that's my friend Prince Andre Bolkonsky.
- May I ask him to join us? - Yes, by all means.
Do ask him.
Come on, Natasha.
Greetings. How glad I am to see you.
I didn't know you were still in the country.
The Rostovs invite you to join the hunt.
For the time being, I'm afraid anyone else's society...
would give me more pain than pleasure.
Prince Andre, may I present the Countess Rostova...
and her brother Petya Rostov.
I do hope Pierre has convinced you to come, Prince Andre.
It promises to be one of the very best hunts of the year.
And the huntsman swears he knows where there's a wolf and her cubs.
And the ground's just perfect. We'd be so delighted if you'd...
What I mean is, I do think you would enjoy it.
Perhaps I'll join you later, if I may.
- And stay to dinner? - Possibly.
- But you just said... - Shall I come now?
Wonderful!
- I'm glad you stayed tonight. - So am I.
- Aren't the Rostovs charming? - Charming.
It's wonderful to watch them together.
They're like a special race... a race of handsome, healthy...
gay, thoughtless animals.
Thoughtless?
That's the most charming of their characteristics.
- All of them, you think? - All of them.
No, within a year or two, the girl, Natasha, will begin to think.
That will make her even more charming and less of a Rostov.
- You follow me? - I think so.
I think it's bad for you... it's wrong to stay down here...
year after year, brooding, not seeing anyone...
living the life of a hermit.
Bad? Wrong?
There are only two things in this life that are really wrong.
Remorse and illness.
When I've recovered from the both, I'll go out in the world again.
Remorse? What have you got to be remorseful for?
I was too late.
I let Lise die feeling unloved, uncomforted.
I was too busy on the trail of glory...
to take the time to comfort my wife.
Well, I found glory.
I stopped the retreat of a hundred men for five minutes.
I was left for dead on a lost battlefield in a lost war.
I'll stop being a hermit...
when something happens to make me forget all those things.
Well, I think I'd better go to bed now.
Good night, Pierre.
Thank you again.
Good night, Andre.
Natasha, come to bed. You'll catch cold.
I won't. I can't sleep. What's the use?
After a day like this, it's impossible to sleep.
How can anyone sleep?
Do just come and see what a moon. Look how glorious it is.
Yes?
Do you think Prince Andre likes us?
- Of course he does. - He's so silent.
He keeps sitting there as though he's passing judgment on us.
I'm a little frightened of him, aren't you?
I'm a little frightened, and yet when I sang after dinner...
I wanted to go up to him and take him by the hand...
Iook in his eyes and sing just for him.
Poor man. He'd never come here again if I'd done that.
Did you notice he almost never smiles?
While I was singing, I turned and caught him looking at me.
He was smiling then.
And I felt...
But it's almost impossible to describe.
I felt as if someone had given me...
the most enormous, beautiful present.
Come to bed, Natasha. It's terribly late.
Oh, you try to spoil everything.
A night like this, I feel like hugging myself...
and straining tight as possible and flying away.
- Take care! You'll fall out! - All right.
But it is a shame to go in on such a night.
It's as though you can hear wonderful music...
and you just know that the next song or the song after that...
will be the most beautiful thing you've ever heard in your life.
And being pulled away and missing it forever.
Forever.
All right.
- The expression on my face. - What about it?
- Do I look disdainful? - No.
You're impossible. I'm sure I look disdainful.
What do you want to look disdainful for?
I thought if I looked bored and disdainful...
nobody would notice that this is the first ball I've ever been to.
- How's this? Better? - Oh, that's much better.
Good.
- You must promise me one thing. - What's that?
- Not to dance with me... - Not a chance.
No matter if I just stand against the wall for five hours...
and nobody comes over and says a word to me.
No matter how much I seem to be appealing to you...
you must absolutely promise me not to ask me to dance.
- Why not? - It will be too humiliating...
for the world to see the only person who asked me to dance...
is my brother... out of pity.
- Promise? - I promise.
What now?
- Is everybody looking at me? - Can't you see for yourself?
Not without changing the expression on my face.
Natasha, you know, there's one awful thing about you.
Tell it to me! Tell me the whole truth.
No girl I'll ever meet will ever be able to amuse me like you do.
Don't talk like that. Now go and leave us to our fate.
Excuse me, my dear. Nicholas, look after your mother.
- You all right, Mother? - Yes, my darling.
What a horrible mistake.
I shouldn't have come.
Nothing is going to happen.
The night is going to be one horrible, black...
degrading zero.
Aw, Count Denilov, come and meet my family.
Madame Maria Peronskaya.
You know my wife. My niece Sonya. And my daughter Natasha.
- How do you do? - May I have the pleasure?
Oh, dear.
Perhaps I shall be more fortunate later on.
Have no fear. I shall try again.
Denilov is our hostess' first cousin.
- Supposed to be worth millions. - Second cousin, dear.
Ah, there's the French ambassador himself.
He looks as if he were a king.
You're rather late, you know. Most of my dances are gone.
Why must I keep thinking of Prince Andre?
Am I so much in love with him...
that all others seem ridiculous?
We saw so little of each other...
and yet I remember every moment.
Oh, if only he could have brought me here tonight.
Why doesn't he like the city?
It isn't right for a man to shut himself off...
for months and months as he does.
I am so delighted to see you again.
Will you honor me with this dance?
- Pierre, nice to see you again. - Pierre, my boy.
Will you honor me with this dance?
Don't you just love dances?
Not ordinarily.
This is the first one I've come to in more than two years.
I'm so glad you did come.
I mean, after the night of the hunt...
Mama and Papa said how nice it was that you came to visit...
and they hoped you'd come again.
I hope you tell Mama and Papa that I intend to visit often.
Very often, if they will permit me.
- I certainly shall tell them. - And on moonlit nights...
do you still want to hold yourself tight and fly off to the moon?
How do you know? Where did you hear?
I couldn't help overhearing. My window is just below yours.
What a disaster. You heard everything.
No. You disappeared too soon.
You must think I'm an utter idiot.
No. I don't think you're an idiot.
- I think... - Permit me, mademoiselle.
May I have the pleasure of this dance?
Thank you.
What a joy it is to dance with her.
Like holding springtime in your arms.
Like holding a branch of lilac or a kitten.
Look at her now.
If she looks back at me and smiles on the next turn...
she'll be my wife.
Guide us with thy infinite wisdom.
Teach us to abide in thy mercy.
And if it be thy will, let this bed be my grave.
Mama, I must talk to you just once more.
Well, well.
It's about Prince Andre, I suppose.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Five days that he hasn't been heard from.
First he comes and sees me every day, morning and evening...
and quite turns my head, then nothing happens and all's finished.
Now, let me tell you about myself when I was young.
I had a cousin. A handsome young man.
Yes, really handsome.
I know... Cyril Nutvich.
But must everything, as in your case, end up in nothing?
Now you're being impulsive, as I used to be.
You must be patient, very patient.
You must wait till a proper proposal has been made to you.
- He'll show up. - The last time he came...
he had it right here on the tip of his tongue, his proposal.
And he seemed so in love.
I'm always a little afraid when I'm in his presence.
What does it mean? Does it mean that it's real love?
- Mama, are you asleep? - No, my pet.
I'm a little frightened myself. Now go.
Oh, it's not fair. I shan't sleep.
Mommy, such a thing has never happened to me before.
Could we ever have thought it when he first came to the country...
that we should meet at the ball?
Well, it must be fate.
Clearly it must be fate if everything led up to this.
Mama, need one be ashamed of his being a widower?
No, darling. Pray to God. Marriages are made in heaven.
Mama, how I love you. I'm so happy.
Little countess, are you asleep?
Yes, dear, I'm asleep. Good night.
Marry. Marry?
As though life were not complicated enough as it is.
And in such a hurry.
You thought you knew what you were doing last time too.
- Do you remember? - This is completely different.
- It's always completely different. - Before I met her...
life was sad...
meaningless, hopeless.
You're over 30. By the time a man's over 30...
life should be sad, meaningless and hopeless.
- Father. - All right, all right!
Let's be reasonable.
- Her family is nothing. - Now, Father...
Nothing compared to the Bolkonskys. Nothing.
Her father is well known as a man who used to chase...
every woman in Moscow and St. Petersburg...
without success.
Now that he's grown older...
he's well known as a man who plays in every card game...
in Moscow and St. Petersburg, equally without success.
They're a happy and delightful family.
That's a success too. Perhaps the greatest success.
But do you think you're being fair to the girl?
You're much older than she.
You have a son to bring up.
Who's going to take the responsibility?
A little chit of a girl?
I beg of you, put it off for just one year...
and go abroad.
There's this peace mission to Prussia.
The czar and the emperor Napoleon.
They'll be signing a treaty there.
I know you wanted to go on the mission.
Now, after one year, if you still have this love...
or obstinacy, passion, whatever you choose to call it, marry her.
That is my last word on the subject.
It's my last word.
Is it possible that I, Natasha...
am to be the wife of this strange, dear, clever man...
whom even my father looks up to?
Can it be true?
Can it be true that there can be no more playing with life...
that now I am grown up, that on me now lies...
the responsibility of my every word and deed?
I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.
- Do you love me? - Yes.
What is it? What's the matter?
I'm so happy.
Did your mother tell you what I explained to her?
There's nothing to explain.
Did she tell you that it can't be for a year?
Forgive me, but you're so young. I want you to be absolutely sure.
I am sure.
One year isn't too terribly long, and you'll be free.
If within that year you find that you don't love me...
or if you come to love someone else...
Don't say that. You must never say anything like that again.
Ayear? Am I going to see you, though?
Of course. I have to go to Poland, but I'll be gone only a few months.
Well, can't it be helped? Is there anything that can be done?
It's awful! I'll die waiting a year! It's impossible!
No, I'll do anything. Whatever you say.
Oh, I'm so happy. We have the rest of our lives.
At Tilsit, in Prussia, on June 13, 1807...
Napoleon met with Emperor Alexander of Russia...
for the purpose of discussing a treaty of peace.
They can't help liking me.
I'm so willing to do anything they wish...
so ready to be fond of him...
for being his father.
- I am Mary Bolkonsky. - Charmed.
- And this is my daughter Natasha. - How do you do?
Good afternoon.
Please excuse my father. He doesn't feel well.
He asked me to welcome you in his name.
- Will you have some tea? - Well, I think that would be...
No, thank you.
I suppose you've heard from Andre?
Yes.
Father!
Ah, you're the young Countess Rostov.
I didn't know you were paying me the honor of a visit.
You must excuse my costume. I came to speak to my daughter.
Why wasn't I told?
Count Rostov. Oh, yes, I've heard a great deal about you.
A great deal about you.
As the Lord is my witness, nobody told me that they were here.
This house... utter confusion, chaos.
People coming and going, and you can't find anything.
Even the papers in my desk.
You must excuse me.
As you see, I'm not prepared to entertain.
I can't stand Moscow anyhow!
I wouldn't be here except I've no alternative.
I'm forced to be here. You understand, don't you?
Well, I think we'd better leave now, Princess.
Wait. I must talk to you.
Dear Natasha, I want to tell you...
that I'm certain my brother has found happiness.
Princess, I think it is not convenient to speak of that now.
Isn't it wonderful?
Aren't you glad you decided to come instead of sitting home all night?
I don't know. Until Andre comes back...
I can't be glad about anything.
Well, it's only a few weeks. Do you see that tall man over there?
Yes. What about him?
When we passed him, I heard him say to his wife...
"That's the Countess Rostov, the one who's going to marry Bolkonsky.
Lucky man."
- He said, "Lucky man?" - Lucky man.
I must write that to Andre.
He can pass it on to his horrible old father.
- Countess Bezukhov has arrived. - Bezukhov?
One of my favorites. I must call on her.
Countess Bezukhov! You're back in Moscow.
I'm delighted to see you. The city hasn't been the same without you.
I've brought my two girls with me, as you can see.
Magnificent woman.
Yes. You can understand how men must fall in love with her.
Dolokhov, see the girl in that box?
Yes. She's lovely, but...
For you? Anatole, she's not exactly your type.
Count Rostov, may I borrow your lovely daughter...
to sit with me through the next act?
Oh, Countess, how charming. Natasha, my dear, come along.
- Isn't it exciting? - Yes.
Enchanting. You mustn't bury her in the country again.
Oh, you're too kind. Natasha, sit down.
Now we can tear all our friends to pieces.
You realize that everyone in the theater is talking about you...
how lovely you are and the brilliant match you've made.
- You know about that? - It's the news of the season.
Prince Andre Bolkonsky?
Why, every woman here tonight is jealous of you at this moment.
Why, Anatole!
May I present my brother? Countess Natasha Rostov.
My brother is the center of fashion in Moscow.
That means that he eats and drinks too much...
and plays for too high stakes.
He also sees the worst and most amusing people.
You simply must get him to tell you all there is to do this season.
- Countess! - Prince, you've been neglecting me.
- I was convinced you were dead. - Dead?
When I saw you the first time at the ball...
When was it, six, seven weeks ago?
I thought, "What a pretty girl." That's all I thought.
But tonight... But you felt it too, hmm?
- I felt... - When our eyes met?
Don't look guilty. What's there to be ashamed of?
Are you enjoying the opera? It's very good, isn't it?
Oh, is it? I haven't noticed.
I haven't looked at the stage tonight.
I must see you again.
You must come to my sister's house... very soon.
I think...
I think my mother's in the country. I may go up to be with her.
She's enchanting.
Go away, Anatole. You will distract us.
All right.
You'll come.
I'll take this as a pledge.
My brother is very amusing, isn't he?
How lovely she is.
I don't think so... when I look at you.
Natasha, come.
You're enchanting.
From the moment I saw you, I never ceased worshipping you.
I do hope you don't think us too informal, Count.
Oh, Countess!
I'm madly in love with you.
The success was triumphant. The whole theater...
- Papa, we must leave. - My dear, we can't go now.
It was like one big heart, palpitating with emotion.
His Majesty the king was so moved...
that tears were streaming down his face.
My cloak, please.
I can't. You know I can't.
"Dearest Natasha...
My fate has been sealed... to be loved by you or die.
I know your parents won't give you to me...
for secret reasons I will reveal only to you.
But if you love me, you need only say the word yes...
and no human power can hinder us.
Anatole. "
You're back.
How was your evening? Did you amuse yourself?
Yes. I made excuses for you.
I was worried about you. How's your headache? Better?
- Sonya, you read that letter. - Yes.
I'm glad you read it. I couldn't keep it from you any longer.
- You know we love one another. - But Anatole Kuragine.
- If only you knew how happy I am. - And Andre?
- You don't know what love is. - Then you are refusing Andre?
You don't understand anything. Don't talk nonsense. Listen.
How is it that you loved a man for so many months, and suddenly...
Why? You've only seen Anatole three times.
I've never loved anyone before. I know it's hard to understand.
I've heard it's happened that way. You must have too.
It's only now I feel such love.
As soon as I saw him, I felt he was my master...
and I his slave, and I couldn't help loving him.
Yes, his slave! Whatever he commands, I must do!
- What can I do, Sonya? - If he loves you...
why doesn't he come honestly to the house, to your father...
ask for your engagement to Andre to be broken off?
- Why all this secrecy? - I don't know. It doesn't matter.
Whatever his reasons, they are good ones.
I told you I have no will. I love him!
Then I won't let it come to that. I shall tell.
Sonya, what do you mean? You wouldn't tell anyone!
Don't torture me! I can't live without him!
Natasha, what are you saying? Think about Father and Nicholas.
I don't love anyone but him.
Go, Sonya.
I don't want to quarrel with you. Go away!
Anatole, where do you mean to take her?
Her family will find out about that girl in Poland you had to marry.
- If you're caught, it'll mean jail. - It will be worth it...
even if it is for one month or one week with that girl.
There are some things in life it's impossible not to have.
- The driver you sent for, Prince. - Come here. Have a drink.
- You've got to drive far and fast. - Call Matrevna.
- Tell her to bring the cloak. - We go again, sir?
- Elopement. - Oh, I like a job like that!
Youth, romance, excitement!
There's a priest of a sort waiting for us at Tver.
Run down anyone who tries to stop you.
There is a man for you!
- You want me? - Now, you take this.
Listen to me. I know something about this game.
You find the girl shivering and having forgotten everything.
You wrap her up, for the minute she gets into the cold night air...
there will be a stampede back to the house for furs.
Papa awakened, Mama screaming, tears, recriminations...
challenges, etcetera.
Always keep a young girl warm, my boy.
Now, up with the collar!
- Take it. - Yes, sir!
- But my cloak. - I will get another one someday.
- But when? - All take glasses! Yours.
Now, comrade and friend of my youth...
we've had our fling, we've lived and reveled.
Yeah. Now let's... farewell.
- To your health. - To your health.
- How sad it is. - Sure. Let's go.
Anatole! I still think you shouldn't do it.
So do I.
No, I won't open it. And I've sent for Pierre.
I'll hate you forever for this! Open the door!
No, I won't open it.
What's the matter with you?
Your sister is not famous for keeping quiet about things...
things that are good subjects for gossip.
What are you talking about?
I know all about the money you had to send to Poland and why.
It's not true.
You must leave Moscow.
You must never breathe a word of this to anyone.
You must understand that besides your pleasure...
there's such a thing as other people's happiness.
You're willing to ruin a whole life for the sake of your own amusement.
Well, amuse yourself with women of your own rotten breed.
They're armed against you with the same experience.
As a man of honor, you can't talk to me that way.
- Is it satisfaction you want? - Yes.
I take it back. I beg your forgiveness.
Drive this gentleman wherever he wants to go.
He's gone.
She's in her room.
What are you doing here?
I came to stop you.
Nothing is going to stop me from going to him.
What do you plan to tell Andre when you see him next time?
I'm never going to see Andre again. I wrote to him, telling him everything.
Did you? He's not good enough for you, is he?
No, you've got to go crawling after a gambler and a liar...
the most notorious woman-chaser in Moscow.
I'm going to him, I tell you. I'm going to marry him!
Whatever he's told you, he's lying. He's married already.
It isn't true.
Look at me, Natasha.
Could I purposely deceive you?
- The rumor's all over Moscow. - But who could've started it?
And now Prince Andre has sent back all her letters.
That's bad. I am sorry.
She's been quite ill. Hardly ever leaves her room.
But when she knew you were coming, she insisted upon getting up.
She's dressed now and is waiting for you.
Now, mind you, don't tell her everything.
One hasn't the heart to scold her. She's so much to be pitied.
I hear he's in Moscow now.
Ask him...
Ask him to forgive me.
Yes, I will tell him, but Natasha...
I know that can never be.
All is over.
Only I'm so tormented by the wrong I've done him.
Tell him...
Tell him I beg him to forgive...
forgive me for everything.
I will tell him everything.
But one thing I beg of you... Remember, I'm your friend.
If you want help, advice or simply to open your heart to someone...
not now, but when your mind is clearer... think of me.
I shall be happy, if it's in my power.
Don't speak to me like that. I'm not worth it.
Don't talk like that. You have your whole life ahead of you.
Ahead of me? No. All is over, all is lost.
Nonsense, Natasha.
Listen to me. Look.
If I were not myself, but the handsomest, cleverest...
best man in the world, and if I were free...
I would not hesitate for one moment to ask on my knees...
for your hand and your love.
- It's not cold, Mishka. - That's a matter of opinion.
- I think it must be well below zero. - Wonderful!
- Where to now, sir? - Where? I don't know.
- Are you looking at the comet? - Yes.
They say it means bad.
They say it means war and famine and plague.
- All sorts of woes. - Nonsense.
That comet's beautiful. Life is beautiful!
- Go, Mishka! - Where to? The club?
- No. - Home?
No. Go. Just go, Mishka!
"If Your Majesty wishes to avoid shedding our people's blood...
for a mere misunderstanding...
and consents to the withdrawal of Your Majesty's troops...
I, on my side, will forget what has happened...
and agreement between us will be possible.
Otherwise, Your Majesty...
I shall be forced to repel an aggression...
that has been totally unprovoked by me.
The decision whether to preserve humanity...
from the disasters of another war...
lies in Your Majesty's hands."
"I am," et cetera, "Alexander."
So, this letter is very polite, very eloquent...
and it is full of the most fraternal expressions...
of devotion and love from your master, the tsar.
Sentiments which, I assure you...
are reciprocated by me.
However, in essence, Colonel...
- Bolkonsky. - Bolkonsky.
What would you say this letter in my hand expresses?
It is not for me, sire, as a mere messenger...
to express the wishes of His Imperial Majesty the tsar.
Come, come, my dear fellow. You must have an opinion of your own.
What...
Where have we met before?
Your face is familiar to me.
On the field at Austerlitz, sire.
Austerlitz, Austerlitz.
Yes, I do remember.
You were lying with a banner in your hand.
Yes, sire.
I thought you were dead.
Well, well, here you are again. I'm glad to see you.
Now, Colonel, this letter... what do you think it represents?
I think it can only represent, sire...
the sincere wish of His Majesty the tsar to avoid war...
and to prevent the shedding of both Russian and French blood.
A praiseworthy aim, and one in which I completely concur.
However, what else?
What else would you say was in this letter?
Since you press me, sire, for a personal opinion...
I would say that it contained a request for the withdrawal...
of Your Majesty's troops from the frontiers of our country.
A personal opinion.
So that's how the tsar told his messenger to put it.
You personally say "withdrawal," do you?
Say "retreat!"
I am a soldier, and I use soldiers' words!
I am not a fool!
I have been asked to put my head into a noose...
while my enemies are conspiring against me.
Sire, it is not a personal opinion of mine...
when I say that the tsar is not Your Majesty's enemy...
and that he is not conspiring against you.
If you'll read his letter carefully...
I will read the letter more carefully...
and send the tsar my answer later.
Good night to you, Colonel.
Gentlemen, tomorrow at dawn...
we cross the Niemen into Russia.
We'll talk of peace...
in Moscow!
And on the 12th ofJune, 1812...
Napoleon Bonaparte, at the head of an army of 200,000 men...
crossed the river Niemen into Russia.
To combat this aggressive invasion of their homeland...
the Russian peasant chose to welcome the French...
with nothing more than a destroyed storehouse...
a widely desolated land.
Looting, burning.
As soon as Napoleon approaches a village...
the peasants and serfs run off with their carts and horses and grain.
What they can't take away with them, they burn or slaughter.
If we don't put a stop to it somewhere...
we're going to leave behind us a desert...
a scorched earth.
We must fight.
The army demands it, the tsar demands it...
and the people demand it.
What does the army want...
to be destroyed?
Because that will be what would happen if we fought now.
What does the tsar want... to be brought to his knees?
Because that would be what would happen if we fought now.
What do the people want...
to be the subjects of Napoleon?
Because that would be what would happen if we fought now.
Gentlemen, I've been put in command...
to give the army, the tsar and the people...
what they really want.
And what they really want is to drive the last Frenchman...
from the soil of Russia!
And that I propose to do when I can.
But the looting and the burning, General.
Let it continue!
Let it increase!
- Soon they will be at our gates! - He will not enter Moscow!
We will stop it!
- Why doesn't he replace him? - We will show Europe...
how Russia rises in the defense of Russia!
Napoleon will not enter Moscow!
Lord God, hear us when we pray to thee.
Strengthen with thy might our most gracious sovereign...
Emperor Alexander Pavlovich...
and give him victory over his enemy...
even as thou gavest Moses the victory over Amalek...
Gideon over Midian, David over Goliath.
Smite down our enemies and destroy them swiftly...
beneath the feet...
of thy faithful servants.
Preserve our army.
Put a bow of brass in the hands of those...
who have armed themselves in thy name...
and gird their loins with strength for the fight.
Take up the spear and shield and arise to help us.
Confound and put to shame those who have devised evil against us.
May they be before the faces of thy faithful warriors...
as dust before the wind...
and may thy mighty angel confound them and put them to flight.
Let them fall before thy servants' feet...
and be laid low by our host.
I came to say good-bye.
- I'm leaving Moscow today. - Where are you going?
To the army. They hope to make a stand against Napoleon at Borodino.
You're going to join up yourself, finally?
I don't know.
I'm going to see... I have to see what it's like...
what it means for myself.
Prince Andre is in command of a regiment.
I'm gonna try to find him and stay with him.
When did you decide to do this?
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
Even you, Pierre?
- You will stay to dinner, won't you? - Yes, do, Pierre.
- By all means. - Only to say good-bye.
That's good. Come along.
Lots of my school friends are going, and they are younger than I.
- Nonsense. - You must study.
It's not nonsense. Every man is needed.
Every man, not every infant.
Besides, I can't study now when our fatherland's in danger.
Petya, be quiet!
You heard from Andre?
Yes. One letter.
Did he...
How is he?
Well enough, but sad. His father died, you know.
Yes, I know.
And although his father was my enemy, I prayed for him.
He was the first person in the whole world...
to disapprove of me, Pierre.
I suppose you're not really grown up until that happens to you.
Did Andre say anything about me in his letter?
No, Natasha.
Do you think he'll ever forgive me?
He has nothing to forgive.
Pierre, you must promise me something.
Yes?
Don't let anything happen to you.
If it did, I'd...
Did you hear me, Pierre?
Yes, I heard you.
I promise.
- And Pierre? - Yes?
If you do see Andre, tell him...
tell him I prayed for the soul of his father.
Can you tell me where I'll find Colonel Bolkonsky?
Colonel, this gentleman's been asking to see you.
- At last. - What are you doing here?
It's a little hard to say.
I came to see the battle.
Why?
It's hard to explain, Andre.
It's such an enormous event.
All our lives will be different from now on...
because of what's going to happen here tomorrow.
I'm sorry about your father's death, Andre.
He was an old man.
He couldn't live with the thought of being driven away from Bald Hills.
How are they taking it in Moscow?
You know that Mary has gone to your aunt's at Ryazan.
It was Nicholas Rostov who got her out of Bald Hills just in time.
Nicholas?
So Anatole Kuragine did not honor Countess Rostov with his hand?
He couldn't. He was married already.
Well, it was all very long ago. I'm sure she's had time...
to forget her disappointment.
You remember one of our old discussions about it?
I said that a fallen woman should be forgiven.
But I didn't say I could forgive her, and I can't.
But you can't compare Natasha to a fallen woman.
What romantic dreams I had.
You mean ask for her hand again? Be magnanimous and so on.
Yes, that would be very noble, but...
I'm sorry.
How are you, Andre? You seem so strange, disturbed.
The first thing you must learn about a battle is that...
on the night before it is fought, the men who are to fight it...
are likely to seem a little disturbed.
No. It's more than that.
Perhaps it is.
I've been in many battles, Pierre...
but for the first time I feel that I'm going to die tomorrow.
Nonsense. Why?
I just feel it.
Why are you really here, Pierre?
Why, when you hate violence and war...
did you decide to do this?
I don't know.
Because I've finally realized you can't hate something...
you've never known and don't understand.
How do you think the battle will go? They say our position is good.
Success never depends on positions...
orders, plans, or even on numbers.
The battle is won by men determined to win it...
and despite those men at headquarters who consider war a game.
War is the most horrible thing in life.
If it were in my power, I would not take one prisoner.
The French are my enemies!
They destroyed my home, caused my father's death...
exiled my sister and my child.
Now they hope to destroy Moscow.
Why take prisoners? That's playing at war.
Take no prisoners!
Kill and be killed! If there were none of this playing at war...
we would go to war only when it was worthwhile going to certain death...
as now.
I'm sorry.
Why should I burden you with all this?
If we're both alive tomorrow night, we'll have a bottle...
and we'll laugh at everything I've said tonight.
Forgive me. You're sleepy.
- It's time for me to sleep too. - I'd like to stay here.
Go! I have no time for you now! The only friends I have...
are the men who are gonna fight at my side tomorrow.
Good-bye.
Whether we meet again or not.
Take down a proclamation to all troops.
Soldiers...
this is the battle you have all longed for.
Victory depends on you. It will give us all we need...
comfortable quarters...
and a speedy return to our country.
Act as you did at Austerlitz...
Friedland, Vitebsk and Smolensk!
Let posterity say with pride of each of you...
"He was in the great battle before Moscow."
Well, de Beausset, what is Paris saying?
All Paris regrets your absence.
I should say they do. What have you in there?
- A surprise, Your Majesty. - What's that?
A present from the empress for Your Majesty.
My son.
The king of Rome.
Admirable.
Take him away, de Beausset.
It is too soon for him to see a field of battle.
Follow me, de Beausset.
You must not leave, de Beausset.
Stay, and we'll give you something to tell Paris.
There's a lot of wind out there, isn't there?
But it happens to be made of iron!
Better get down from there, mate...
or the next time it won't be your hat that blows off.
- It'll be your head! - Excuse me. I didn't realize.
Number three, you're too slow!
Ready! Fire!
Sir, you can't stand here. You're in the way.
Sorry.
I'll try to keep out of everybody's way.
Up with your sights there, number four! You're firing low!
Number five, quicker with your charges!
- How is it you're not afraid, sir? - Are you afraid?
They have no mercy, you know, when they come singing over.
Heaven help us.
Ready!
Fire!
Having a pleasant morning, sir?
- Interesting morning. - Interesting?
You hear that, mates? Interesting!
Here comes a live one!
Hey, don't come this way. Back there, towards the infantry.
Found you a friend, eh? Know him well?
Sir, beyond the trees, the French infantry advancing en masse.
Hold your fire!
Lower your sights and wait till you hear the order to fire.
Fire!
Sire, I must report more infantry regiments have turned back...
and they're retreating in full disorder.
The horse cavalry should have gone first to clear the way.
Send them now.
There's only enough ammunition for four more charges.
Run to the reserves and bring up more.
I'll go too.
Water.
Take me to a dressing station.
Help me.
Doctor, this boy needs help.
- How far have you carried him? - I don't know.
You should have saved yourself the trouble.
He is dead.
Damn you, Napoleon.
Damn you to hell!
Well, we've stood our ground.
We've taken the worst that Napoleon has to offer.
We must attack tomorrow morning.
Do you agree, sir?
Yes, I agree, theoretically.
According to all the rules that we have ever learned about warfare...
we must attack tomorrow morning.
But we cannot attack!
We are too exhausted to attack!
But, sire, if we retreat now...
We leave the ground to the enemy.
But he has paid too high a price for it.
Finally, he will bleed to death from this victory.
But it will be impossible to make a stand in front of Moscow.
Yes, General, you are right.
Do you mean to abandon Russia's ancient and sacred capital?
Russia's ancient and sacred capital?
Allow me to tell you, Your Excellency...
that that question has no meaning for a Russian.
Such a question cannot be put. It is senseless!
The question I've asked you and these gentlemen...
to meet to discuss is a military one!
The question is of saving Russia!
Is it better to give up Moscow without a battle...
or by accepting battle lose the army as well as Moscow?
Well, gentlemen, I see I am the one...
who has to pay for the broken crockery.
Gentlemen, I've heard your views.
Some of you will not agree with me...
but I, by the authority entrusted to me...
by my sovereign and my country...
order a retreat.
No, faster! Faster! The French will be here...
before we're ready to leave, unless you move more quickly.
Now, come on. Up! Up!
Put all the glass things in the front wagons.
And the books.
Put them in the low wagon.
- Here, take this. And this. - Thank you.
And these gloves. I'll never wear them again.
Thank you.
They are the wounded from Borodino.
Hurry!
Vera, come!
Give me some water.
- Papa, have you seen the wounded men? - Yes.
I've given permission for them to live in the house after we've gone.
Someone badly wounded?
Just about alive.
It is a miracle His Excellency has lasted this long.
- His Excellency? - Our colonel, miss.
Miss Sonya!
Mavra, don't tell anyone about this.
Not yet. Promise me.
Aunt! Prince Andre is here.
Among the wounded.
- Andre? - I saw him.
He is unconscious. Terribly wounded.
- Natasha. - She doesn't know yet.
- She mustn't know. - His men say he's dying.
Natasha must not know.
All right! Get those wagons moving!
Pull them up ahead and turn them around!
You, in the back, pull ahead! We've got another load of wounded!
- Officer? - Get them moving! Yes, miss?
After we've left and the wounded men are in our house, what then?
I'm afraid I don't know. I'm only a transport officer.
My orders are to get back quickly and pick up another load of wounded.
They're to be left here deserted with nobody to take care of them?
To be taken prisoner? To die?
I'm afraid that's in other hands than ours, mademoiselle.
- If you will permit me... - Take those chairs down!
That's enough. Now, put it down now.
- Come along. - Father, you can't do this!
What do you mean? The settee?
If you left that here, those three men wouldn't have to stay here...
- and become prisoners of the French! - What three men?
But of course!
If we leave the settee behind, I don't know what will happen to your mother.
- I'll speak to mother. - Back into the house with it!
You three are to come with us on that cart, please.
Sir, your men must make themselves at home in my house.
Count, please help us.
Is there no room in one of your carts for this poor fellow?
Of course.
Hurry. Hurry.
- Oh, my. - Oh, those men, Papa.
I know. It's very sad.
- Still, in a war... - We must take them with us.
Papa, we're going to unload everything...
and take every man who's able to travel.
You're right. So very right.
Take those back. Put that down.
Vasilich, unload all the carts.
- Unload? - Do as you're told.
You can tell your men we'll find room for them all.
Thank you, sir.
- Papa! - Come along now!
Take this off. Take it all down.
Unload the carts.
Unload this cart completely. Take it all down.
- Overboard with that. - Take all that down.
You, come here.
Take down that terrible table. Leave it behind. We don't need it.
Empty the cart straightaway.
All of this out. You, come here and help.
Ilya, what is this? They're unloading everything.
To make room for the wounded, my dear.
But these are our things.
Things, things. Things that can be bought.
Think what it means to be left behind to all these men.
It isn't fair. The government ought to care for the wounded.
Mama, you can't object. Look at them.
You'd leave them behind to save a few sticks of furniture?
Mama, suppose Nicholas was one of them...
or Petya?
Of course you are right, darling.
I'm sorry, Ilya.
The chicks are teaching the hen.
Ten more minutes! We leave in ten minutes.
I'm ready now, Ilya.
Now come along, girls. In you get. Quickly, quickly.
In God's name, off!
Dear Moscow, everybody's leaving you.
Look! Look over there by the corner!
- Who is it? I can't see. - Pierre!
Over here, Pierre!
You're safe. You promised you'd come back, and you have.
You mustn't stay, Pierre. You must come with us.
Did you see the battle, Pierre?
Yes, I saw it. I saw too much.
- Come with us, Pierre. - I can't.
I must stay in the city. There's... I have something...
- Stop the coach. - Something I must do.
Go on.
Remember me. Remember.
Why wouldn't he come with us?
I don't understand.
You're crying. For Pierre?
For us because we're leaving? Well, what then?
I have to tell her.
There's someone among the wounded... someone we know.
He's traveling with us now.
Well, is he badly hurt? Why didn't you tell me before?
I didn't know how to tell you.
He told you not to tell me.
He's asleep or unconscious. He didn't speak.
He didn't speak?
Moscow.
Asiatic city of innumerable churches.
Lots of them.
Moscow the holy...
here at my feet...
at last.
On the ancient monuments of barbarism and despotism...
I shall inscribe great words of justice...
and mercy.
What a splendid reign Emperor Alexander's might have been.
Now, I'm ready to accept the surrender of the city.
Now.
Well, where are the boyards? Where is the deputation?
There is no one, sire.
The city is empty, half of it on fire.
There is no government...
no one to surrender to you.
That's impossible.
Impossible... and ridiculous!
There must be a surrender.
This is an insult!
They're going to pay for this.
- The skyline! Look! - It's a village on fire.
- It could be Magdagachi. - Look at it.
- Moscow is on fire. - But it's so windy and dry.
- God have mercy. - Save us.
Oh, it is Moscow. Poor Moscow.
Natasha, Sonya, come and look.
Moscow's on fire.
- Moscow? - Oh, no.
How terrible.
Let's go back to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.
- Papa, I must talk to you. - Again? Go back to bed.
You must give me your permission to join the army.
You already know it. It's no.
I must go where I can do the most good for my country.
Your duty now is not what you think.
Your duty is to stay with us and to help your mother.
I'm sorry, Papa. I've already made up my mind.
Natasha, do look. The whole city's on fire.
You can see it from the window.
- You didn't even look. - Yes, really, I did.
Go back to sleep. You'll catch your death of cold.
And you too, Natasha darling. Go to sleep.
- Venture we were burning the city. - Who knows?
Please.
Your officers... where are they?
Officers, miss?
I don't know. Down there somewhere.
Forgive me. Forgive me.
I love you.
Forgive me.
Forgive what?
For everything I have done.
I love you more...
better than before.
I want all these fires put out. See to it now.
Yes, sire.
No! Let me go! Take your hands off me!
Let me go!
Let me go.
Take that.
- Where did he come from? - I don't know.
Take him over there.
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
Cut 'em down.
Two others. Quickly. Come on.
No! Help me!
Help me, please! Please don't let them!
Hurry up. Come on!
Please. No!
No, please!
No, please, no!
Ready!
Aim!
Cut them down.
No, that's all.
The orders were to shoot only the incendiaries.
Take them back to prison.
Forward, march!
Don't brood, sir.
That's not for us to judge whether to be spared or not spared.
Finally, in the world to come God will give us a word or two of explanation...
and then it'll all be clear.
Here you are, Grey. Come here, boy.
You found me again. That's a little fella.
That's right. You sit right down there.
Be a good boy.
Do you like cold potatoes?
We had soup for dinner, and the potatoes were delicious.
Here you are, boy.
Perhaps you'd like some salt.
Ah, that's better now, huh?
I'm all right.
Why did they shoot those poor fellows? The last one was barely 20.
Ah, what a sin, what a sin.
Well, where's there's law, there's injustice.
Come on, boy, get up.
The maggot eats the cabbage, yet dies first.
What did you say?
I say things happen not as we plan, but as God judges.
Have you got a family estate, sir, and a housewife?
Your old parents... are they still living?
Perhaps you've got little ones, then?
Never mind, dear lad.
You're young folks yet, and pray God may have some still.
The great thing is to live in harmony.
Well, dear lad...
I was still living at home.
We had a well-to-do homestead, a nice piece of land...
and a house that one could thank God for.
When Father and we went a-mowin', there was seven of us.
We were real peasants. We lived well.
Well, one day l...
I went into someone else's forest to cut wood.
But a keeper found me.
I was taken before a judge for trial...
flogged and sent to serve as a soldier.
Well, lad, we thought that was a misfortune...
but that turned out to be a blessing.
You see, if it hadn't been for my sin...
my brother would've gone instead of me, and he's got five little ones.
Whereas I only had a wife to leave behind.
We had a little girl, but God took her before I left for the wars.
You've had hard luck.
We can make it into misery or into joy.
Our luck's like water in a dragnet.
You pull at it, and it bulges.
But when you've drawn it out, there's nothing in it.
That's how it is, dear boy.
Well, now I think it's time to sleep.
Lord Jesus Christ, holy Saint Nicholas, Frola and Lavra.
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy upon us and save us.
That's the way.
Lay me down like a stone, O God, and raise me up like a loaf.
What prayer was that you were saying?
I was praying. Don't you pray?
Yes, I do. But what did you say... Frola and Lavra?
Ah, the horse's saints.
One must pity the animals too.
Come on, Grey. Come over here. That's right.
You get warm and lie down. That's it.
That's right.
I thought you were asleep.
No, I was lying here watching you...
enjoying you, being thankful for you.
Sleep, my dearest.
No, not yet.
I want to keep my eyes open.
I want to look at you.
You know...
you're not the girl I saw dancing all night...
the girl who whispered on the balcony to the moon.
You're something much better.
How serene you are.
How valuable.
I love you so much.
It's a terrible thing.
Only at a moment like this can one talk so openly.
Until now, I knew nothing about love.
I was a great hater, Natasha.
I hated so many things, but most of all I hated you.
You had every right.
I love you more than I've ever loved anything on this earth.
Maybe this place has something to do with it, this monastery.
Maybe the monks really know about love.
Now I'm beginning to understand too.
Maybe death is my private monastery.
Where is he?
- Can I see him? - Of course.
But a moment, my dear. Is that his son?
- Yes. - And he's called?
- Kolja. - Kolja! But what a lovely boy!
- Where is he? - Natasha's with him.
We've sent to ask.
I think you must be tired, Princess.
We've prepared rooms for you.
- And where is Petya? - He left a few days ago.
We simply couldn't control him any longer.
He kept on and on about going into the army...
until we just had to let him go.
Don't worry. The war will probably be over before he gets his commission.
- Did you receive my letter? - Yes.
Thanks be to God.
That was a good piece of news.
You and Princess Mary.
- I'm worried about Sonya. - That's all right.
I told her immediately.
But, Mother, I wanted to explain it to her myself.
Mary.
There, now. You're going to stay with us, little man?
Come, my dear.
- Come, little darling. - Come see him, Mary.
Nicholas, you come along.
Nicholas, I've read your letter.
I know.
She's a fine woman, isn't she?
If you want to, Nicholas, you're free.
Forgive me, Sonya.
No one will tell me anything.
How is his wound, his condition?
What do the doctors say?
Is he worse?
Andre.
Hello, Mary.
How did you manage to get here? Have you brought little Kolja?
How are you now?
That, my dear, you must ask the doctor.
There, you see how strangely fate has brought us together?
She looks after me all the time.
- Mary came from Ryazan. - Really?
So you've met Count Nicholas, Mary?
Yes.
He wrote that he took a great liking to you.
If you like him too, it would be a good thing if you were to get married.
Why talk of me, Andre?
Would you like to see little Kolja?
He's outside.
I'd be very glad to see him.
Is it too much for you, all this talking?
No. It's worse for Mary.
I want to tell her so many things, but I don't seem to be able to.
Kiss him, Kolja.
Kiss your father.
No one is permitted to cry in this room, you know.
Not children...
and not grownups either.
I think you'd better go out and play now.
He's a handsome little boy.
What is it, Mary? Is it about the child?
You know the Gospel.
"The fowls of the air sow not, neither do they reap...
yet your Father feedeth them."
That's why you mustn't cry.
Come sit beside me.
The hardest thing is to keep alive at sunset.
I had a wonderful dream.
I saw a door.
I could see beyond it.
I dreamt that I died...
and as I died, I awoke.
Yes...
death is an awakening.
You see?
It's all so simple.
Is it over?
Where is he now?
Where has he gone?
What is this?
Here we are...
the masters of the capital of the largest country in the world.
We don't have a single civilian to feed, and even so, I get these reports!
"The stocks are dwindling. Food is disappearing.
Ammunition is on fire. The danger point is approaching."
Who writes out these reports?
Who is taking steps to correct them?
I brought the greatest army in Europe into this city.
What do I see around me now? A mob of looters and drunkards.
They are not soldiers anymore.
They are ragpickers.
Junk men!
I am sure Kutuzov must have sent emissaries...
to ask for the terms of surrender.
What happened? Were they detained at the outposts? Are they shot?
Sire, I myself have given explicit instructions...
to all the commanders of all the outposts.
There have been no emissaries...
from the Russian commander-in-chief.
The city's burning down around our ears...
house by house.
I have given strictest orders to shoot all incendiaries...
and even here, in my own headquarters, you cannot get the...
you cannot get the stink of smoke out of your nostrils!
Gentlemen, take hold.
Take hold, or I promise you, I will replace you all.
With all your titles...
with all your decorations and all your battles...
I'll go out into the streets and pick the first ten soldiers I can find...
who are not drunk...
and put them in your place!
I warn you, gentlemen...
I cannot sit here much longer...
watching my army...
decay.
Close the window, someone.
Already the wild geese are flying south.
What if we are trapped here through winter?
Time and patience.
Patience and time.
The grand army's wounded.
But is it mortally wounded?
An apple...
should not be plucked while it's green.
Patience and time.
Yeah? Who is it?
Come in!
A special courier, Your Excellency.
Excellency, the French are preparing to leave Moscow.
Come closer.
Excellency, would you like me to...
O Lord...
my creator...
thou hast heard our prayer.
Russia is saved.
I thank thee, O Lord.
Russian women.
They're the lice that live on the conquerors.
They have to leave with them or die.
Attack!
The word "attack" is always on your tongues.
Gentlemen...
they came into our country like locusts...
leaving nothing behind... food nor shelter.
Now they're going back the way they came...
through the desolation they made themselves.
A cold, hungry army...
two thousand miles from home...
doing what every Russian wants...
leaving our country with all possible speed.
The country is destroying them.
And the Russian army?
Since Borodino, the Russian army has been in constant retreat.
Now it must attack.
For what?
I wouldn't give one Russian soldier...
for ten Frenchmen!
Those retreats...
have brought about the destruction of the French army...
and will bring about the liberation of our country.
The animal is running.
We will follow it...
and flick its haunches with whips...
to encourage it to keep moving.
We will follow it to the borders of our country.
We will offer the French a golden bridge...
to the west.
Get moving there! Get moving!
All stragglers will be shot.
Get up.
Get up! Keep moving!
Get up!
Come on!
Get into line!
Get up. Come on, get up!
I can't.
Get up! Now!
Oh, please.
All right.
971...
972...
73, 74...
75, 76.
Get up!
Get moving!
- One, two... - Clear the road!
- Out of the way! - Clear the road.
Clear the road there. Stand aside.
Out of the way. Out of the way.
Move on!
Move on! Keep moving!
- Move on! Move on! - One...
two, three.
What are you... counting all the time?
I count to a thousand and start again to keep my feet going.
- My feet are numb. - You've never needed them before.
Have you?
Gentlemen ride in carriages or on horseback.
I've lived my whole life on foot...
yet you'll outlast me.
Start again. One, two.
Four...
five, six.
Get up!
Come on. Keep moving.
Are you afraid too, friend?
One, two...
three, four...
five.
Halt!
- Who are you? - Ensign Rostov...
Iooking for Colonel Dolokhov's detachment.
I have a dispatch from the commander-in-chief.
Come, then.
How did you find us?
Some peasants in the village below told me.
- Dragoons? - Yes, sir. Dragoons.
How many infantrymen?
- Maybe a hundred. - Or 200?
Yes, sir. Perhaps 200.
Perhaps! Perhaps! Get out of here before I lose my temper!
Out!
When was he captured?
Last night, but we won't keep him long.
I usually do not take prisoners.
- What is this dispatch? - It's my general's dispatch, sir.
- Who are you? - Ensign Rostov, sir.
Rostov. Do you have a brother Nicholas?
- Yes, sir. Do you know him? - Yes.
"All patrols are to pull back immediately to join the main army...
and prepare for a general attack...
when the French attempt to cross the Berezina River."
Rostov, you didn't find me tonight.
You didn't find me to give me this till tomorrow.
Why, sir?
That French column of stragglers.
I'm going to attack them tomorrow morning.
- One last fight. - Let me come.
I'll say I didn't find you tonight if you let me fight too, sir.
- I'll make you a bargain. - No, no, no, no.
Yes, sir. Let me come.
It's a bargain, but you keep out of trouble...
or you will make trouble for me with the general.
Thank you. Thank you.
Go and eat something.
Now, I will move in through the forest.
You take your men around to the other side of the valley during the night.
Be ready to attack at my signal.
- Right. Any reserves? - No reserves.
This is our last fight...
and we're not going to hold back anything.
Ensign, you want some?
Thank you.
Hungry?
Have this.
Thank you very much.
Remember, stay behind me at all times.
Charge!
- Cossacks! - Cossacks!
You must have wished often you had killed me in that stupid duel.
You probably haven't heard that Helene died in St. Petersburg.
Finally, I want to ask you to forgive me...
for the harm I did you.
Halt!
Take them away. You know what to do with them.
He wouldn't stay behind.
It was a game for him.
His saber was a toy.
I never take prisoners.
Stand by your guns!
Fire! Fire!
Yes, burn them.
Hooray, lads!
Hoorah!
I thank you all for your hard...
and faithful service.
The victory is complete...
and Russia will not forget you!
Honor to you forever!
Well...
shall we see what's happened to the rest of the house?
Come on, Mary.
Sonya, why don't you see what the kitchen's like?
- Yes, surely. - Prokofy, you might find some tea.
Yes, miss.
Will you look in the cellar, Vasilich?
Very well.
Mama! Papa!
The north wing is just as it was. Nothing's happened.
We have a house... half a house.
Isn't it wonderful?
Mama, you can come and rest. We're home.
Dunyasha, make Mama a cold compress...
and, oh, take this footstool.
She always liked that.
The baby can go in my room. Whoops.
Up you go. There.
Oh, I do hope Vasilich will find a bottle of port.
You see, Mary? You're going to have a born optimist as a father-in-law.
I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.
Hurry up, Nicholas!
You're delaying the trip to the country!
Pierre.
We were so worried when we heard you were taken prisoner.
But you've come back.
You are like this house.
You suffer, you show your wounds...
but you stand.