Pierre & Andrey

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 trouble 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 Here are her letters Please give them to teh 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