Dave Malloy - In My House lyrics

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Dave Malloy - In My House lyrics

[MARYA] You shameless good-for-nothing! You vile, shameless girl! In my house! In my house! A nice girl, Very nice! You dirty, nasty wench of a thing, Now don't you say one word In my house! In my house! Horrid girl, Hussy! It's lucky for him he escaped, but I'll find him! Now you listen to me when I speak to you! Now you listen to me when I speak to you! In my house! In my house! Do you hear what I'm saying or not? [SONYA] Natasha's whole body shook With noiseless, convulsive sobs Marya touched her hand to her face [NATASHA] Don't touch me, let me be! What is it to me? I shall die! [MARYA] What are we to tell your father, eh? In my house! In my house! What are we to tell Prince Andrey? Oh, what do we tell your betrothed? [NATASHA] I have no betrothed, I have refused him! [SONYA] Natasha, come here, kiss me Press your wet face to mine [NATASHA] Don't touch me! [MARYA] Why didn't he come to the house, Why didn't he openly ask for your hand? You were not kept under lock and key! Carrying you off like some Gypsy girl! And if he had carried you off, Don't you think your father Would have found him?Your father, I know him, He will challenge him to a duel and what then? Will that be all right, eh? He's a scoundrel, he's a wretch— That's a fact! [NATASHA] He is better than any of you, I say He is better than any of you, I say Why did you interfere?! Oh God, what is it all? What is it? Who are you to tell me anything? Sonya, why? Go away! Everyone, go away! Marya Dmitryevna tried to speak again, But Natasha cried out Go away! Go away, You all hate and despise me! And she threw herself down on the sofa [MARYA] Natasha! Natalya... I put a pillow under her head Covered her with two quilts Brought her a gla** of lime-flower water But Natasha did not respond Well, let her sleep Let her sleep [NATASHA] But Natasha was not asleep— Her face was pale, Her eyes wide open All that night she did not sleep or weep She sat at the window Waiting for him