Find Anatole

PIERRE
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
The blood rushes to my heart
It's difficult to breathe
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
Not at the ice hills
Not at the gypsies'
Not at Komoneno's
Anatole, find Anatole
Anatole, find Anatole
To the Club

And at the Club all is going on as usual
The members eat their dinners
And gossip in small groups

PIERRE &
Have I heard of Kuragin's abduction?
Is it true Natasha is ruined?

PIERRE
Nonsense, nonsense
Nothing has happened
Everything is fine

ANATOLE
Natasha
Natasha
It is essential that I see Natasha
How can I see her?

HELENE
Anatole, come Anatole
Anatole, hush Anatole

NATASHA
What? What?
I don't believe that he is married
I don't believe you
And I stare like a hunted wounded animal
He can't be married!

SERVANT (to Pierre)
Good evening sir
Prince Anatole is in the drawing room with the Countess

HELENE
Ah, Pierre
Sweet husband
You don't know what a plight our Anatole has had

PIERRE
Be quiet
I will not greet you
At this moment you are more repulsive to me than ever

Anatole, come Anatole
Anatole, must speak to you

ANATOLE
Anatole followed with his usual jaunty step
But his face betrayed anxiety

PIERRE
Pierre closed the door and addressed Anatole without looking at him



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Writer(s): Dave Malloy
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