The Duel Lyrics

ANATOLE
Good evening Pierre
Studying?

PIERRE
Yes. How was the opera?

ANATOLE
Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there

PIERRE
Oh, oh that charming young girl?
I have known her since she was a child
And long carried affection for her

ANATOLE
Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov's coming round and we are off to the Club
Will you come old man?

PIERRE
I will come

ANATOLE
Lend me fifty rubles?

(Dolokhov arrives with many bottles of vodka)

DOLOKHOV
Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna

DOLOKHOV, ANATOLE & PIERRE
Drink drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna
Gonna drink
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight

(They drink and dance)

ALL
Drink with me my love
For there's fire in the sky
And there's ice on the ground
Either way my soul will die
Whoa....

PIERRE
The doctors warn me
That with my corpulence
Vodka and wine are dangerous for me

But I drink a great deal
Only quite at ease
After pouring several glasses
Mechanically into my large mouth

ALL
Then I feel
A pleasant warmth in my body,
A sentimental attachment to my fellow men

(Helene arrives and sidles up to Dolokhov.)

HELENE
Keep drinking old man

ANATOLE & DOLOKHOV
Keep drinking old man

HELENE, ANATOLE & DOLOKHOV
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man

ALL
Keep drinking old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking old man

(Pierre continues to drink, too much)

DOLOKHOV
Now Anatole,
What women tonight?
Moscow ladies
Or gypsy girls?
French actresses?

ANATOLE
Just no more unmarried heiresses!
So plain and boring

DOLOKHOV
And a little too dangerous eh?
Anatole is a married man
A fact known only to his intimates
A Polish landowner of some small means
Had forced him to marry his daughter

ANATOLE
Nevermind about that now,
It doesn't matter, I don't give a damn
Just as a duck is made to swim in water
God has made me as I am
All I care for is gaiety and women
And there's no dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat

ALL
Whoa....

PIERRE
I used to love
I used to love
I used to be better

CHORUS
Keep drinking old man

HELENE
Yes drink drink drink
Drink drink drink
God, to think I married a man like you

PIERRE
Don't speak to me, wife
There is something inside me

HELENE
Dolokhov pour me another

PIERRE
Something terrible and monstrous

DOLOKHOV
Here's to the health of married women!
And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!

DOLOKHOV & CHORUS
Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!
Here's to the health of married women!
Here's to the health of married women, and their lovers!

PIERRE
How dare you touch her?

DOLOKHOV
You can't love her

PIERRE
Enough!
You bully, you scoundrel!
I challenge you!

DOLOKHOV
Oh, a duel!
Yes, this is what I like

HELENE
He will kill you!
Stupid husband!

PIERRE
So I shall be killed!
What is it to you!
Anatole, my guns

ANATOLE
Oh! This is horribly stupid

PIERRE
Just show me where to go
And tell me when to shoot

ANATOLE
Just wait till you're close enough
You'll never hit him from forty paces

DOLOKHOV
Well, let's begin!
This is child's play

SERVANT (DENISOV)
As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation, we shall please proceed with the duel
Ready your pistols, and on the count of tri, begin to advance

ALL
Rahz! Dva! Tri!

(They start towards each other.)

ANATOLE
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!

(Pierre fires early; Dolokhov is hit)

DOLOKHOV
No!...
My turn

PIERRE
My turn

ANATOLE
Pierre, stand back!

(Pierre walks toward Dolokhov with his chest exposed. Dolokhov fires.)

DOLOKHOV
Missed
Missed
Oh my mother, my angel,
My adored angel mother!

HELENE
Take him away

(Anatole carries Dolokhov out.)

PIERRE
Missed
Missed
Such a storm of feelings

HELENE
You are a fool

(Pierre leaves. Anatole returns.)

ANATOLE
Natasha, Natasha
Her arms, her shoulders
Her neck, her feet

HELENE
The air of connoisseur

ANATOLE
I will make love to her

HELENE
And what will come of it?
She's first-rate, my dear, but she's not for you
You'd better wait till she's married

ANATOLE
You know, I adore little girls,
They lose their heads at once

Ask her to dinner, eh?
Sweet sister