Letters

ALL
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds

We feel better
It's like some kind of clarity

PIERRE
Dear Andrey
Dear old friend
Do our cannons crack and cry?
Do our bullets whistle and sing?
I wish I were there
With death at my heels

Dolokhov is recovering
It should have been me
I am a most ridiculous man

And Natasha is in town
I hear she is more beautiful than ever
How I envy you and your happiness

Here at home
I drink and read and drink and read and drink
And I fill my mind with rot
While my heart is empty
It is Napoleon
I will kill him one day
He is not a great man
None of us are great men
Nothing matters
Everything matters
If only I could not see it,
This dreadful, terrible it

ALL
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds

NATASHA
Dear Andrey -

What more can I write
After all that has happened?
Must I break it off?
These terrible questions

NATASHA & PIERRE
So lost and alone

NATASHA
And what of Princess Mary

MARY
Dear Natasha
Whatever my father's feelings might be
I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you
He's a tired old man and must be forgiven
Please, come see us again

NATASHA
Dear Princess Mary -

Oh what am I to write!
How do I choose
What do I do
I shall never be happy again

PIERRE
These terrible questions

MARY
I'm so alone here

NATASHA & PIERRE
So alone in here

MARY
And I see nothing

NATASHA, PIERRE & MARY
So lost and alone

ALL
In nineteenth century Russia we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds

ANATOLE
Dear Natalie
A love letter
A love letter
A love letter

NATASHA

DOLOKHOV
A letter which I composed

ALL
A love letter
A love letter...

ANATOLE
Natalie Natalie Natalie
I must love you or die
Natalie Natalie Natalie
If you love me say yes
And I will come and steal you away
Natalie Natalie Natalie
I want nothing more

Natalie Natalie Natalie
I must love you or die
Natalie Natalie Natalie
If you love me say yes
And I will come and steal you away
Natalie Natalie Natalie
I want nothing more

Just say yes
Just say yes
Just say yes

NATASHA
Yes, yes, I love him!
How else could I have his letter in my hand?
I read it twenty times
Thirty times, forty times!
Each and every word
I love him, I love him



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Writer(s): Sheldon Harnick, Lewis Bock Jerrold
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