Sunday Morning Lyrics

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

MARYA D.
Come to church dear

SONYA
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

MARYA D.
God is everywhere

NATASHA
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?

SONYA
After church, Marya left for Prince Bolkonsky's

MARYA D.
The rudeness of that man!
I'll straighten him out!

NATASHA
That terrible old Prince

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

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

SONYA
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