[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 have received a refusal from countess rostova
And have heard reports of your brother-in-law having sought her hand
Or something of that kind
Is this true?

[Pierre]
Something of that kind

[Andrey]
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

Well, goodbye