Moscow

(Natasha and Sonya arrive on sleighs)

NATASHA
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova

MARYA D.
Countless Natalya Ilyinichna Rostova

NATASHA
You must call me Natasha

SONYA
Marya Dmitryevna Akhrosimova

MARYA D.
Sofia Alexandrovna Rostova

SONYA
You must call me Sonya

MARYA D.
Welcome
Welcome to Moscow
Where faded and fading princesses live
I'll take you where you must go
Pet you a bit
And I'll scold you a bit
My goddaughter, my favorite, Natasha
I will touch you on the cheek

NATASHA & SONYA
My cousin and I
Are so pleased to be with you
While we wait on our fiancees
Fighting in the war

MARYA D.
Bright in their things!
What are you dawdling for?
Get the samovar ready!
Bring some rum for the tea!
Sonyushka bonjour
And Natasha my darling
You've grown plumper and prettier

NATASHA
My cheeks are glowing from the cold

SONYA
She said
Gazing at Marya with kind, glittering eyes

MARYA D.
Welcome
Welcome to Moscow
Scruffy and cozy
Like an old dressing gown

SONYA
Countess Natalya

NATASHA
Sofia Alexandrovna

SONYA
How beautiful you looked in the snow

NATASHA
Cousin dear I love you
Trust no one but you
But I can't bear this waiting
I cry and I cry
Andrey where are you?
I want him now, at once
To embrace him and cling to him
No one can understand

I love him
I know him
He loves me only
He'll come home one day
And take me away
I want nothing more
I want nothing more

Hmmm...

MARYA D.
First thing tomorrow to Madame Chambord's
Dresses, dresses, we'll buy what we can afford
Then dinner and a game of Boston
Then you'll read to me while I knit!
How wonderful to have you here
Instead of these gossips and crybabies

NATASHA & SONYA
You'll take us where we must go
Pet us a bit
And scold us a bit

SONYA
Her goddaughter, her favorite, Natasha
She will touch you on the cheek

(Sonya leaves)

MARYA D.
Well, now we'll talk
I congratulate you and Andrey
You've hooked a fine fellow!
One of the finest matches in all of Russia
I am glad and relieved,
He'll be the family's saving grace

NATASHA
I blush happily

MARYA D.
But his father, Prince Bolkonsky, much dislikes his son's marrying
The old fellow's crotchety!
Of course Prince Andrey's not a child
But it's not nice to enter a family against a father's will
One wants to do it peacefully and lovingly
But you're a clever girl
Just be kind to Andrey's sister
And when the sister loves you,
So will the father
And all will be well