Sunday Morning

Has Andrey arrived?
Has Andrey arrived?
He has not arrived
He will never come
Or something will happen to me
Before he does

Come to church, dear

Marya Dmitryevna likes Sundays
And knows how to keep them
The whole house has been scrubbed and cleaned
Roast goose and suckling pig
Filled our noses with glee
We wear holiday dresses
Travel by troika to church

God is everywhere

I suffer more now than before
The theater and Anatole
That man who aroused such terrible feelings
I don't understand
Have I broken faith with Andrey?
Am I guilty?

After church, Marya left
For Prince Bolkonsky's

The rudeness of that man,
I'll straighten him out!

That terrible old Prince

There, there Natasha
It's not your fault
Here, kiss me

I can't bear to think of it
I'll shut myself in my room
And try on new dresses

And just after Marya left,
There was a knock at the door
Natasha had just turned her head to the glass
When she heard a voice that made her flush



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Writer(s): Dave Malloy
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