[PIERRE]
You promised Countess Rostova to marry her
And were about to elope, is that so?
[ANATOLE]
Mon cher,
I don't consider myself bound to answer
Questions put to me in that tone
[PIERRE]
My face, already pale
Becomes distorted by fury
I seize you by the collar with my big, big hands
And I shake you from side to side
Until your face shows a sufficient degree of terror
When I tell you I must talk to you!
[ANATOLE]
Come now, this is stupid!
What, what—
Don't, don't!
[PIERRE]
You're a scoundrel and a blackguard
And I don't know what deprives me of the pleasure
Of smashing your head in with this![
Did you promise to marry her?
[ANATOLE]
I didn't think of it,
I never promised, because—
[PIERRE]
Have you any letters of hers?
Any letters?
I shan't be violent, don't be afraid
First, the letters
Second,
Tomorrow you must get out of Moscow
[ANATOLE]
But how can I?
[PIERRE]
Third,
You must never breathe a word
Of what has happened between
You and the Countess
Now, I know I can't prevent your doing so
But if you have a spark of conscience
Pierre paces the room
Several times in silence
[ANATOLE]
Anatole sits at a table,
Frowning and biting his lips
[PIERRE]
After all, you must understand
That besides your pleasure
There is such a thing as other people,
And their happiness and peace
And that you are ruining a whole life
For the sake of amusing yourself!
Amuse yourself with women like my wife
With them you're within your rights
But to promise a young girl to marry her
To deceive, to kidnap
Why don't you understand that that's as cruel
As beating an old man or a child?!
[ANATOLE]
Well I don't know about that, eh?
I don't know that!
And I don't want to
But you have used such words to me—
"Scoundrel," and so on,
Which, as a man of honor,
I will not allow anyone to use
[PIERRE]
Is it satisfaction you want?
[ANATOLE]
You could at least take back your words, eh?
If you want me to do as you wish
[PIERRE]
Fine I take them back
I take them back
And I ask you to forgive me
And if you require money for your journey...
[ANATOLE]
Anatole smiled
The reflection of that base and cringing smile
Which Pierre knew so well in his wife
Revolted him
[PIERRE]
Oh, vile and heartless brood!
[ANATOLE]
Next day, Anatole left
For Petersburg!