[ANDREY] Well, how are you? Still getting stouter? [PIERRE] There's a new wrinkle On your forehead, old friend [ANDREY] It's good to see you I've been away too long [PIERRE] My friend, you are in need Your face is gloomy [ANDREY] No, I am well There's a war going on Forgive me for troubling you I received a refusal from Countess Rostova And have heard reports of your brother-in-law Having sought her hand, Or something of that kind Here are her letters Please give them to the Countess [PIERRE] Natasha is ill She has been at d**h's door [ANDREY] I much regret her illness [PIERRE] And he smiled like his father— Coldly, maliciously [ANDREY] Well, it doesn't matter [PIERRE] You told me once A fallen woman should be forgiven [ANDREY] But I didn't say that I could forgive— I can't Yes, ask her hand again, Be magnanimous, and so on, yes, That would be very noble But I can't be that man If you wish to be my friend, Never speak of that again Well, goodbye.